~New Mexico, 1870's~ Chapter 1: A Stranger Rides In A dead Indian hung from the limb of a cottonwood over a dry creek bed. There was a flurry of large wings as a rider slowly approached, and reddish-colored hawks lifted their engorged bodies sluggishly into the air with a chorus of kreeing sounds and began to circle leisurely overhead. John Green clicked...
*According to statistics (which may be underreported), some 20 veterans PER DAY commit suicide due to PTSD. I decided to write this story after learning that a second Marine I served with took his own life over the holidays. I've never even been depressed, so I can't begin to imagine how awful it is to be a prisoner of one's own mind due to memories one can'...
Author's Note: So, after Part Two what else could come but Part Three, and our adventurous columnist Allie and her husband Patrick have well and truly settled into life on Blackwell Island. But there is still more to discover about this island of naked inhabitants, and many more erotic rituals to discover and new friends to make. As always, all characters...
Part I: Debbie Alan Burnett listened to the same 'oldies' station he had for years now; the music was predictably comfortable and the commercials were kind of funny – sometimes anyway, and besides, almost everyone else in the department listened to the station. You could always count on a happy mix of sixties stuff, but usually they played more seventies mu...
Greetings to those who may be reading this. I'm genuinely new to this entire writing scene, having only been reading stories on Literotica. Most stories are all the same, so I thought I'd try adding something fresh into the mix. All significant input is invited. Much obliged to you for taking the time to peruse this. In this story, the world and every one...
***** Author's Notes: In these stories I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all of the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some of the elements that are contained in this story so that if this...
EDITED BY THE INCOMPARABLE "WIRES" WHO ONCE AGAIN HAS MADE MY STORY BETTER IN EVERY WAY. ***** Bob Trent finished his fourth beer in fifteen minutes. He belched and slammed the empty bottle down on the already cluttered table. The table top was as wet as if water had been poured on it, and already covered with empty beer bottles. Bob, sitting with his frie...
[Author's Note: I would like to thank all my fans that have written to me over the several years it has taken to complete this novel. Your comments, suggestions and ideas have provided me with some great material. You have my gratitude. This last chapter of "Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium" will represent my final excursion into writing erotic literature for a...
or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...
Chapter XI Collapse Author's Notes: A heartfelt "thank you" goes out to the people who helped in refining and improving this chapter. My lady love for her undying support and the harshest critique one can hope for, my editor bikoukumori for his unending patience and a host of volunteers who suffered through the early drafts of this tale. In no particular...