"Where the devil have you been!?" Henry was disheveled and antic when she breezed into the laboratory, a contemplative smile disappearing from her lips at his tone. "Out," she said, simply. "I met a boy." "A--." Henry blinked. "What do you mean? You don't mean to tell me that you went out and..." "I did. But I didn't meet the boy, well, officially, I supp...
Copyright 2010 by madengineer3 Prolog Old Gabby, as he was called, was considered by most townspeople to be the ugliest man on Earth. His skin had one of those weather beaten looks that reminds people of old leather. He had a full beard and must have bathed regularly since the one positive aspect was that he didn't stink. If asked, nobody in town could eve...
This instructional is not for fruits wanting to get pulverized in a blender. It's for people interested in the serious topic of personal transition from hairy to bald in the most intimate area. Also, it does not have tips on pubic shaving, as those are aplenty online, and I have nothing to add to what has been published. Finally, none of this applies to athl...
Officer Married, whose nameplate told me was actually Officer Klein, roughly pulled me off the ground and tossed me into the backseat. Behind her, Officer Burly struggled off the pavement, long scratches still oozing blood down his face. I smirked and licked my fingers and nails clean of his gore as Klein went to him and guided him back to the cruiser. "Jus...
Greg isn't much like the other guys around school. In fact he's nothing like the other guys. Where most guys his age are just looking to get a piece of action and don't care at all about women Greg is simply the sweetest guy around. There isn't a single girl on the entire campus who doesn't think he's as sweet as sweet can be and that's no surprise. You see...
INTRODUCTION In the world of Literotica, the "In a World" series averages out as a "loving wives" story. The narrative plays out over several chapters and the story is still being written. It doesn't move fast, so if you're looking for a quickie - and those are great - this isn't the story you need right now. When you've got the time to pour yourself a dr...
Woman's Work MaggieWentworth pulled the heavy iron cart through the packed-dirt tunnel. The cart's rusted wheels whined on the corroded metal track that stretched into darkness before and behind her. She could feel the hard leather strap dig into the flesh of her thighs, and her back ached with the pressure. This was a heavy load, fit more for a hardened ma...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan January 2007 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * The following are fifty-word stories. The...
The Marshall looked down at his captive. The notorious Wild Rose, a red-headed temptress and prick teaser of men, stripped and handcuffed to the bed. ‘I told you to settle down, Wild Rose. Now you have forced me to strap you down, with your hands above your head, and each leg tied to the corners of the footboard. The punishment must fit the crime, and your l...
It began innocently enough as a chick to chick talk between myself and Zoey, my college roommate, about the hottest guys among the rich and famous. Liam Hemsworth. Josh Hutcherson. Nick Jonas. Daniel Radcliffe. "And don't forget hunks like Brad Pitt and George Clooney," I said, aware that Zoey's list was top-heavy with guys not much older than us. "Superb...