「ザキさん、こんなクソ寒い夜中になんの用ですか」 空気も凍るような寒さの夜、理由も告げずに俺を稽古場へ呼び出した小劇団の先輩、崎山に不満を隠さず声を掛けた。そこは、稽古場というより廃倉庫といったほうがしっくりくるボロ屋で、風が吹かないだけ外よりマシという状況だった。貧乏劇団ゆえ暖房器具など置いてすらない。 「おう、すまねぇな、森田。ちょっと見せたいもんがあってな」 「金貸してくれってのは無しですよ」 「そんなんじゃねぇよ。芝居の話だ、芝居の」 崎山はもう四十も半ば、芽の出ない役者だ。売れない理由は、今時となっては珍しい「飲む」「打つ」「買う」と三拍子を見事に揃えた素行の悪さが、業界中に知れ渡っているせいだった。どこぞの脚本家の奥さんに横恋慕して旦那に殺されかけただの、賭場で負けて裸で電車に乗って留置所に入れられ...
First -- thank you. Anyone who creates at any level enjoys knowing people take time from their busy lives to spend it with an artist's creation(s). It is one of the many perks of writing and posting on Literotica. That is, knowing how many people actually took the time to sit in front of their screen and let the story or stories transport them, if even just...
Chapter 6: Over the Moon in Ecstasy The drugs finally must have put me to sleep, because when I woke up, it was morning in the desert. Dr. Gonzo, my attorney and traveling companion, had apparently been driving through the night. I guess I could have taken over at that point, but I didn't really feel like it. Las Vegas was still a long way away. Our drug s...
Tripping The Light Fantabulous LSD distorts your perceptions. Familiar faces look like strangers, strangers look like lamp posts, and lamp posts look like candy canes. It's safe to say that if you find a woman beautiful while you're tripping your balls off that she's practically a goddess when you're straight. George Clinton once said that if you remembered...
"I think I want to wear the collar tonight," I said. In all honesty, when it popped in my head and I told you this, I was thinking of your fingers wrapped in the ball chain I wear sometimes and the way that feels against my throat and the control you exert when my lips are wrapped around your cock, and I thought the more substantial leather of the collar wou...
After I heard the noise, I decided to investigate. Whoever was the culprit of this bit needed to stop it immediately. They were scaring me and Tiff. I was shirtless, having rushed to put my jeans back on when I heard the ruckus. I'd picked up a branch and weaved through the forest, waiting to attack somebody. "Come out wherever the fuck you are!" I yelled,...
In 1982, Don needed a place to live, and was told by an acquaintance to see a certain woman who was looking for people to share a large studio space. He arrived at the address, a was met by Sheena, who showed him around and told him how much the rent was and such. Sheena looked very much like one of those Cosmo magazine cover models with a bad case of acne....
"Are you crazy? Do you have any idea what you're getting into?" "Yes, I do," Pam replied. "That's why I want to try it." Donna's face was etched with disbelief. "This isn't some frat hazing, you know. They don't just swat guys on the butt then get drunk on beer. It's a ritual, like a pagan thing. They do dangerous stuff. They'll make you their slave for se...
I held M. tightly, clinging for dear life as I thrust into her with each wave of the Acid as it was peaking. Every nerve in my body felt alive, on fire, orgasming. We rutted and wrested and rolled somehow every flow and ebb of the trip in sync. The distinction between her body and mine got lost, I ego-deathed in that bed, my cock buried to the hilt in her pu...
Hello dear readers. Here is another in my series, Massage Parlor Years. I must warn the person who is stalking me, writing multiple nasty comments on my stories; on the advice of another author who writes in the BTB genre and wants there to be sanity and peace in LW, I have turned off feedback on my previous stories and will religiously delete all anonymous...