Lollapallooza, a concert "event" in Waterloo, NJ. A full day of live, cutting edge, alternative bands, thousands of people in an open field, no arranged seating, just a mosh pit (for "slam-dancing", basically a release of pent up energy) up front, people laying out in the middle, portapotties lining the sides, and concession stands in back. The bands include...
As I sat there for a moment before getting up and throwing more logs on the fire. Actually they were more like small trees at their size. The fire roared back to life as if someone turned up the heat. I looked over and you were still passed out from your intense orgasm. I had to admit to myself that though I normally didn't go for older women. Looking at you...
It was Saturday night. It was 10:40, and James was sitting in his living room ... in the dark. Because it was better, in the dark. And, in his most comfortable chair; his black leather, well-padded armchair, James was sitting in front of the mirror ... waiting. Waiting, for the mirror to begin its next 'broadcast'. There was an eerie white light, all...
(I've received such a flow of positive feedback on this story; I thought I'd try writing a few more chapters. I had one person ask me if this was a play off of Beauty and the Beast, and to be honest, it had not occurred to me that it would be taken like that. I just wrote something I was fantasizing about for a while, wanting to share it with those who liked...
Billy was sat kneeling in the middle of his livingroom. He was naked apart from the leather hood on his head and the collar around his neck. The hood not only blinded him but it also had padding over the ears, making all sounds muffled, and a big ballgag was pressing into his mouth. The lessening of his senses made it hard to know exactly how long he had bee...
Rendezvous at Grand Lake I was awake in Amelia's bed in Steamboat Springs, feeling groggy from too much travel and too much excitement in too few days. Domestic noises were coming from the kitchen and I thought about my two companions and the funny phone call with New York last night. I stumbled to the kitchen. They looked up at me in the doorway, shook t...
Maple Springs was the sort of place that most folks passed through on their way to somewhere else. It was a small town situated ten miles from the Canadian border, quite a distance from Utah, consisting of just three buildings. Jailhouse, bell tower and a saloon bar. It had been Sheriff William Cain's home for the past five years. As Cain strolled into tow...
Author's Note: This is the sole thinking, views and muddling of The Soulful Bard on a category in Literotica known as 'Loving Wives'. *~*~*~*~* Seeing all those heavy-weight authors on Lit throwing their weight around with their criticisms and reviews, I decided to throw one of my own ideas into this chaotic mix. This review is about the most controversi...
As it sometimes happens in life people have many things going on in a day that sends them in different directions. My wife and had a formal celebration dinner to attend while I had others things to attend to. Believe me knowing what my wife would have on I wanted to be sitting next to her feeling her silky hose covered legs under the table as she talked with...
I. The Message Paul Norton sat in his dimly-lit room somewhere in the suburbs of Boston. He looked outside and saw a blizzard pounding the neighborhood. White-skinned and with blond hair, Paul suffered from an overactive intelligence which compelled him to notice things that other people did not. He disliked authority's instructions, and frequently called...