I marvel about many strange things that would normally not cross the minds of others. I am fascinated with thoughts such as what would happen if you put a big red button in the middle of a crowded shopping mall with a sign that read, "Do Not Press". I wonder how long it would take someone to walk by and not be able to resist pressing that big red button, gle...
As I sat waiting for him, I wondered what he would look like. He had set everything up. He had even requested the colour I would wear tonight. The dress hugged me in all the right places and was sure to make an impression. It was deep red, with a low cut top and a flowing skirt. Without warning a gentleman in a black pinstripe suit came and sat opposite me,...
Authors note: After my first story was published, I got to thinking about what would happen if the woman I based the female character on read the story and recognized herself. That thought was the genesis for this story. Reading Old Folk's Boogie before this will make some of the references clear. ***** After what seemed like endless false starts and bouts...
This chapter is for the faithful who have followed The Man In Black while I struggled through a long and dark episode of writer's block. Calling it writer's block isn't really fair or accurate, folks. It was a like a writer's blackout. I am writing again now, and I have you to thank for it. Chapter 4 The Kid meets the Man in Black The Kid walked right int...
In my first Behind the Scenes piece, published at the end of 2003, I discussed my writing and the inspirations behind my stories published to date. At that time I was just beginning to come out of a writer's block. Since then, I have more than doubled my Literotica output with what I consider some of my best erotica so I felt it might be time to once again l...
I had lived next door to Nafula for over ten years. Originally from Kenya, she had been met her future husband Ken whilst he was vacationing in Africa some ten years previously and then moved back to England with him in the early nineties. We had all been friends for a long time, dining at each other's houses quite regularly and even sharing a holiday togeth...
Rosangela woke to discover the sun peeking through the drawn blinds just behind the large bed. Her eyes were aimed upward, focused on the cracks of morning sunlight. Her eyes shifted down, caught glimpse of the infamous pulley bolted to the ceiling, a grin perked over her lips. Her eyes shifted to her right, no Victor Hardway. Her eyes frowned then her nose...
Warning: this story is intended to be read in game mode only: reading it without pressing "Start Game" in the sidebar can result in choices that make no sense, sudden switching of characters and gender, infinite loops, and other such issues: this is your one and only warning. Welcome to "Such a Parcel of Rogues in a Starship". In this st...
My third book of poetry, Running From The Light, was just published by the university press. I'd never made much money from poetry, so it was always gratifying when a stranger told me how much they liked my work. Alas, few did, since sales were usually limited to a few students and less fellow faculty members. As one of the older professors on campus, I fig...
Author's note: This story's genesis was a young woman's comment on my first-ever Lit story, "Never In A Million Years". Her comment led to a hot e-mail exchange where she agreed to be my muse. Fantasies followed. So young ladies, know the power you have to inspire. Read, rate, leave comments and IM me. Perhaps you'll be my next muse, or more? "Never In A Mil...