This is Part Two of Naked at College, #1: Chrissie and Michael. There is a bit of introductory material, but I have tried to keep this part brief. You definitely should read Part One before reading this part, as the story will seem even more absurd than it already is without the introduction and prior events. This series is my Litererotica version of the "Na...
As if the rumble wasn't distracting enough, the hot wind began to intrude on her thoughts as well. An endless ocean of sand flew by on the right as her nose braved the continuous assault of blighted streams, wheat fields, cattle herds, caravans along the road, and smelling worst of all, the natives in the outer coaches. It'd been days since they'd begun trav...
A/N: Thanks to Sylvidoll and AnneMouse for their efforts, and again to my buddy mike! I hope everyone enjoys this next installment; it's twice as long as the last chapter on complete accident. Let me know what you all think in the comments! ***** Camp was broken shortly after the sun crested the horizon. With Denza's aid, Cassidy constructed a frame from s...
COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...
Paul soaked in the moment as he took to his makeshift stage to announce the contest. He had been planning this party for months. His annual Halloween parties had become legendary in certain circles in Los Angeles, spoken about in hushed whispers over stiff drinks. Halloween was Paul's favorite holiday because it gave license for typically reserved people to...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
I hope this story is totally fictional. It involves some pretty weird themes, but everything mostly turns out okay. Sort of. Mostly. It was fun to write. As always, you can easily enjoy this whether or not you've read any of the rest of my stories. I've posted it here as an entry in Lit's Halloween contest, so please check out all the other entries and v...
Chapter 1 Have you done much speed dating? It's dumb really. But at least you get to meet women who want to meet men. That's something isn't it? I presumed that at least some of them would want what I wanted, but this turned out a bit tricky. When Sheila left me, she said it was because 'All you want is sex!'. I ask you. What did she think a man wants fro...
"All rise," the portly man announced. The entire audience stood up. "His honorable Judge Sven Carlsdotter presiding this day the 17th of July in Stockholm District Court. This hearing of the state versus Dr. Christiana Swensen is now in session." The judge abruptly entered from a door that stood directly behind the bench and sat down without once looking...
As we last left Darla, she and Shelly had just received news from their hospital administrator that the Nigerian military had requested that they come to Nigeria to train their nurses. The request had been specifically been made by the father of their Nigerian friend Chris, who was the general in charge of the Nigerian military's medical division. The term...