Author's Note: The following story hopes to participate in Literotica.com's "Nude Day Contest." It requires your reader votes to participate! All votes are greatly appreciated! ab& * The sun peeked out from behind the moon and gazed over the wondrous land of Feebalon. The faces on the wizard clocks told the flowers it was nourishment time. The flowers w...
Day 28 Hey Journal, Another day in the life of a whore. Just short of a month here in Happy Adventure Fun Town. Starting to develop my own client base now. No names, to protect the guilty (pleasure!). Last night Mr X took me out to a sex club. First time working outside the House. Well, except car rides. It was a surprise, but a pleasant one. He called a...
Now don't get me wrong. I got nothing against that play "Vagina Monologues" from a few years ago and all the success it has had. I'm not taking anything away from vaginas (in fact I am usually trying to give something to them, heh, heh) and there is nothing wrong with more exposure for vaginas, nothing. I root for vaginas every day. It's just that there is...
"Have a safe flight," Becca says, kissing me one last time before I enter the airport. "I'm really going to miss you," she adds as more tears spill out of her pretty blue eyes. I hug her tightly once again. "I'm going to miss you too. I wish I could bring you with me." "We'll come visit, but not until you're settled. You have to somehow let them know it's...
October 7th Ed MacCarley is sitting in the watch commander's office of the Central Division sub-station; there are knots in his burning stomach, a tight-acrid sensation boiling up from deep within his gut to his chest. The watch commander, a Captain named Thomas Hardy, has been in the department for almost thirty years, and is an even older man than MacCarl...
Tuesday Afternoon He was about forty, forty five years old, very tall, almost gaunt, and not very well groomed. The man was, in fact, slothful looking in a peculiar, potbellied sort of way, and was wearing greasily tattered green chinos and an old, untucked plaid short-sleeved shirt. His sneakers were foul looking, and probably even fouler smelling, Officer...
My mom, Christina, had been at war with one of her students, Zack, the starting quarterback on the university's football team. The meathead, who was left behind a year, had no trouble getting girls his age...hell, I think half the campus wanted him. Guys were forced to be his friend because if you weren't his friend, he was your bully. Christina was the law...
This is just something I wanted to screw around with. I began it thinking of it as lust a little fun and meant for it to be humorous. It kind of went sideways as I was writing it. Not sure if I will add more to it. If I do, I may try to make it more satirical. I realize that it isn't my best writing. This was written more as amusement for me than a serious s...
You exit the Guildmaster's office staring at the coin in your palm. You can't believe your luck. Ever since you joined the Freelancer Guild with hopes to be a grand adventurer you have been shocked by how bad you've had it. You were supposed to be Ty Goldleaf, hero and knight! The gold would flow freely and the wenches would be wrapped around your finger. Bu...
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