~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Thirty-Three – Hunger Hunger is a desire born of need: whether it is of the body or the spirit depends on the want it feeds. A Fool's Book of Wisdom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From the depths of a Montmartre alley, hungry yellow eyes reflected the weak lamplight that timidly made its way from the well-ordered stree...
*NOTE TO THE READER: STRONGLY ADVISED YOU READ PART ONE IN ADVANCE* * --You will find yourself compelled by the rite of Spring-- At last, the drought broke and the heavens overflowed, and down the rain poured over a hungry soil and its withering people. For eight days the storm had refused to yield, and by the ninth the ground had taken all the drink she...
My wife, Carrie, and I have known Geoff and Maggie since our early teens. Over 40 years. So it was not a surprise one wet morning to get a frantic call from Maggie who was having problems with a waste pipe. As Geoff was away and I was the only other plumber she knew she thought I might come and see if I could fix it. She said that she thought one of the old...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who's given 'JB' such good ratings and for the encouraging comments. And I must apologise for the several typos in the earlier chapters that I've only now noticed after re-reading. While on winter climbing holidays in the UK's frozen north, I once spent consecutive weeks in two lovely little self catering cottages - Jessamy...
Authors Note: For those of you that have been reading "Lisa's Second Chance" this story is a prequel and takes place around 7 years before Lisa is recruited to the commune. We meet some of the main characters before they met Lisa. If you have not read "Lisa's Second Chance" then this story works well on its own and I hope you enjoy it. Kisses. Lisa XXX *...
Thanks for the encouragement everyone. This part is a little slower but bear with me. It's a vital part. ***** The next morning was a blurry eyed awakening. I had slept like the dead after yesterday's physical and emotional exhaustion. I could feel the roughness of my throat as the memory came back to me of why exactly it was in that condition. Yesterday m...
The windshield wipers are whipping across the windshield. I have the high beams on, but they are hardly making a difference in this downpour. I am still an hour from home and on the interstate, when my car starts to sputter. The power is failing; I can tell as my lights dim and die. I pull off to the side of the highway and coast to a stop. I wait a minute...
Welcome to The Library. Not a Library like any you've known, no. This one deals in certain stories pertaining to the Legends of a specific realm--Legends that delve into details unfit for the prudent public. But they are no ordinary tales. These tales are much like the tree their paper was cut from, branching out at every possibility their Heroes meet. But e...
After aimlessly traveling from city to city, your desire to gain fame and money for performing wizarding acts begins to deplete with each hopeless city. Soon you find yourself opposite a large sign that reads: “You are now entering Magnolia” “Hmmphh... maybe this one...” you sigh under your breath pessimisticly before walking past the sign and into the large...
UrbanSlut on Literotica has written a lovely story titled 'The Fifty Rupee Whore.' This story provides the male perspective of the story. As everyone has their own viewpoint, the man has a different account of the events. ------------------------------------------------ My name is Birju. I do not know how to read or write. Actually my vocabulary is only a...