This story was also published elsewhere by me. *** Birmingham, March, 1893. Master Edward Doyle watched the hansom cab horses clip-clop past his house from the upstairs window, in the cobblestoned street below, people walked to and fro this cloudy afternoon. Oblivious to what he had in mind inside of his house! Edward turned away, shoes creaking a littl...
F5: Lorelei's Call (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the autho...
Trips to the temple begin with a purification ritual in the temple's entry facilities. As participants must be purified before entering the temple proper, they are blessed here. The facilities are modern, unlike the temple's mix of classical and modern architecture. Participants first show their temple recommends to a clerk. Though the clerk is not dressed i...
(True story) Jennifer sat up in bed and greeted the morning with a smile. She glanced at the calendar, filled with pink X's, on the wall next to the bed. She felt a special glow inside that made her tingle from head to toe, and today nothing would extinguish it. She then enthusiastically said, "I don't believe it, my wedding day is finally here! " Wiping a...
Chapter 1 - The mystery of the handkerchief The story so far (from the story, 'The Garden Shed.'): Gary, a middle aged divorcee, has taken to nudity in his garden - a very private garden - but hearing a noise and finding a handkerchief with the letter 'Z' embroidered upon it in his garden shed has made him suspicious that his garden is not nearly as priva...
Another Wednesday, another evening class at the 'Tech.'. Not easy for Paul Sharpe after a tiring day at the office but it was worth it, not just because of the hoped for qualification following the end of year examinations but the hoped for meeting with Ann... and Bill, of course. Would they be there at the railway station? Could he impose himself once more...
Ruth, My Second Visit by Victor It's over a week since visiting Ruth, but I can't stop thinking about her. Every waking minute, driving to work, in the office, shopping, at night laying in bed, is spent fantasising, trying to replay it in my mind. Seeing Ruth in her nurse's uniform, as she leads me upstairs, laying on her bed as she ties my legs and wris...
Allison was getting a bit anxious waiting for her plane to board. She was uncomfortable sitting in the airport without her Master by her side. Allison complied with all of her instructions, including lifting her skirt and sitting on a handkerchief in public settings. She became self-conscious as soon as she placed the handkerchief on the seat. As she lifted...
F5: Empires of the Stars (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the...
The day had seemed to drag on forever. I almost tripped over my own feet as the clock struck five and I could finally leave the office. My heart started beating faster and like a master I dodged a roomful of chatty coworkers, as I made my way to the parking lot. I got in my car and drove through the suburbs to my small flat on the outskirts of the city. I di...