Late at night I sit pounding away at the keyboard. Writing isn't Always as glamorous a life as I had once thought. Hours alone, Endless edits, unreasonable deadlines. At times It didn't seem worth the effort. But for the moment, I typed away at the stories that rolled out of my head. Despite the lost sleep and isolation it brought, releasing these stories ha...
This story is a fantasy. This story is not based on real events or people. But boy, I'd like it if it was... ***** It started out as private feedback to one of my stories, and I responded back to the email address that was provided thanking the person for not just both reading and enjoying my story but to also taking the time to write and say so. Lisa wa...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. EVERYONE IN THIS AND ALL JAG STORIES ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER!! ***** Sunday morning after breakfast Harm and Mac ended up back in bed. He was ready to start with his...
As The Rolling Stones famously said, "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste..." Not exactly; the first is a lie, but the second might just be true. I've been a writer here at Literotica since 2014, with a body of work that wanders through a number of categories; but I'm neither a master of, nor a citizen in, any single category....
A few days after she'd escaped from the clutches of the pygmies, Lady Lara Croft, the aristocratic treasure hunter who had once had an audience with her majesty the Queen bent over at the slowly trickling spring and drank the cool refreshing water, her naked reflection in the placid pool looking back at her. From behind, Tombu the tracker took the opportuni...
Chapter Two: The Bitch Christina: Even before the taxi was out of the driveway, Winston was next to me, bending down to gather up my matched set of Louis Vuitton luggage. As he picked up the plastic duty free bag, the bottles inside clinked together giving me a chance to swat him with my white gloves; I'd wanted to hit somebody, anybody, for hours. "Be ca...
The guys were sitting around, enjoying a few cold beers, trying to think of some perverse, perverted way to spend their leisure time. They certainly weren't going to waste it studying! That wasn't why they had enrolled in college. That reason was to get laid! "Hey, Salamis, what do you say we go write some graffiti in the men's room?" asked Joe Average. "Th...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. Monday was a very hectic day at JAG, General Cresswick gave Mac and Harm a homicide case to handle. Harm was to be the defense attorney while Mac would prosecute. They...
(A Dylan James Story) Dylan was tired. He had been driving non-stop except for gas for about five hours. It was approaching 8 o'clock and he was about 20 miles south of Morgan Hill. He needed to stop for the night and he knew just the place. It was called the Dew Drop Inn and Campground. It was a stupid name, but the place was clean and cheap. These were tw...
Kate and I caught our collective breath, calming ourselves after the great screw we'd just completed. I looked at her, admired the small and winsome breasts, noticed the seep of cum between her legs, the rosiness of her torso. Of course, my penis was a mess, for that was the source of the muck, and I imagine my skin was just as red with the passionate fricti...