Note to the reader: This essay is mainly directed toward Literotica readers who also share the Judeo-Christian world view. It may not make sense to anyone else. The following, to me, is not fiction; it is reality. Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukkah to all true believers. This season is about the mighty acts of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He is th...
It was dark here. Too dark, really. So, she clapped her hands and a rosy pink flashlight appeared in them. She flicked the switch and the light came on, showing the tiny dirt footpath she’d nearly missed in the dark. This was why she hated coming to Hell. All those rumors about Hell being a mass of burning souls were bunk. At least in this area. Satan was...
The moment he walked through the door, she called. Alfred calmly walked toward the voice. "Strip." He does what is commanded of him. He kneels at her feet, hands behind his head as she taught him on the ride to the house, and waits. Mistress Erica knew he would submit. She already held his ready-made harness in her hand. She fastens the shoulder straps on...
This is was not written to motivate or dishearten anyone, I wrote it to get what I am feeling off my chest. I have no writing experience. I am not American or British so excuse the errors. ------------- I've been spending every waking moment for the past few months trying to convince myself that I'm not a waste of space or as I have heard a oxygen thief....
That night I stood in wait. Various insects chirped their territorial mating calls while fire flies flashed their indecipherable code. My choice of wardrobe seemed to be inappropriate for my surroundings. I had chosen a black party dress that I had specifically tailored for my needs. I specifically chose a satin halter neck design that came down mere inches...
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today tomorrow will be dying." -Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time." *** With his hands bound behind his back, Isaac marched through the woods. Seila walked behind him, prodding him the tip of a knife whenever he slowed down. This was their fir...
This is my first submission, so please be don't be mean, but I do welcome feedback. It was the custom of the village in the valley to offer part of each harvest to the dragon that lived in the mountains and protected them. Once every 10 years all the unmarried women of the village were presented to the agent of the dragon for inspection, a human who wa...
Skirina awoke slowly, her head feeling muggy. She was lying on a hard surface, not her usual pallet, and it took a few moments for her to gather her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was taking a drink from her canteen... she had felt woozy, stumbled a short distance, and then collapsed. Somebody had poisoned her canteen? Yes, that had to be it, and no...
Standing on the bow of his ship, Demetrius was overwhelmed with feelings of sadness and loss. His status as an immortal was obviously a wonderful gift from the Goddess, a consolation prize to the curse of constant nudity and eternal frustration, but there was a catch of course. He had been away from his home now for over 53 years and did not appear to be any...
(A Gothic Setting) He walked quickly down the street, rushing past the darkened houses on this, the dreariest of days. Necessity drove him this night, on his errand all too important. The most importance in essence. He paused on a street corner and looked up at the sky. Useless...the sky would be no comfort tonight. Large black billowing clouds rolled acro...