This is dedicated to my editor and muse. Love you MJ. ***** "So when are you going to ask Megan out, Mark?" I caught my best friend Danny Tyler smirking out of the corner of my eye. We were headed home from a movie and bantering back and forth as usual. I mentioned that I liked her in passing, but Danny was all over it like a duck on a June bug. "When I...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Part 7 Chapter 1 Cranking Up for the Long Trip North "Hayden, how close are you to being ready to leave?" Parker Scott called out to her lover, Hayden Wellington, from the bedroom of Swamp Central. She and fiancé Mark had married the year before, and their union had been more wonderful than she'd imagined. One o...
My story isn't conventional. Nor is it something that is told on a day to day basis in this world of fear and repression. It is a story told with whip and chain. The paper made of flesh, the words prepared with blood. It is a soliloquy of bondage. Bondage of the mind, the flesh and the soul. It is a whisper in the corner of a club, a search on the internet,...
He came home smelling like cigarettes and Jim Beam. He laid down on the bed right up against her and cleared his throat. He wasn't trying to wake her, but his throat hurt. It always did. He laid there smelling her. Slowly, he sat up and pulled the black boots off his feet. He rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. He stood in the hot shower leaning o...
My life as a teen was not the greatest. In fact it often had more downs than ups, but for better or for worse Mario Gallagher and I chose to be married in the Edwardsville courthouse in Madison County IL. On July 26th, we said our "I do's" but no one asked about love or anything of the like. He married me because he wanted his freedom, and me? Perhaps it was...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Without a doubt, she is a hot-wife, a natural in fact, though it didn't appear to be that way at first. In college, when we first met, I was immediately attracted to her cuteness, and her friendly, easy going nature. She was often somewhat shy, but with a flirtatious nature. And she was master of the sexy "Come Hither" look, when she wanted to be. And she...
Keith awoke not knowing where he was and hot as all hell. His head spun as he opened his eyes to daylight and looking at a ceiling where fan blades spun slowly. Not enough to even feel a breeze. As his mind began waking, he became aware that someone lay in the bed with him. He turned slightly and saw black hair. Leti still slept, her slow breathing making t...
The smells were what she noticed first; rich, sweet, and heady – the warm scents she acquainted with apothecaries, with long nights of love making, with the gypsy caravans that roved through the streets. The room was entirely too warm, she decided. Perhaps the amount of people within the small confines of the tent had something to do with it. The music was l...
[This is the second chapter of a story I began to write. But whoops! The first chapter, "The Poling," was rejected by Literotica because it focused too exclusively on a young man's being tormented with no redeeming erotic pleasure. I had figured to begin that with chapter 2. Perhaps if this comes first, then chapter 1, as part of the story, will be acceptabl...