"I'll be in my office," I groaned as I rubbed my temples. GOD! The sheer idiocy at work never ceased to amaze me. Of course, it also didn't cease to stress me out to the max either. I got into my office and closed the door behind me. I sighed heavily as I left the stupidity behind me. I eased myself behind my desk and looked at my computer screen. Another...
This story is submitted as part of the "Pastiches of Oggbashan" Story Event. It is loosely inspired by, if not in any meaningful way related to the plot or characters of, Oggbashan's story "Whorehouse Chapel." It is meant as a tribute to Oggbashan, one of Literotica's most prolific and versatile authors and one of its most thoughtful and civilized souls. xx...
The title of this article is a bit deceptive. Writing is an art form, a gift, that you either are born with or not. Of course, even if you are, you must still polish that gift. Learn your craft. And practice it. Practicing the craft of writing is what this article is really all about. Making time for writing in a world where people are constantly rushing.....
Her fingers delicately glided across the glossy black neck of the violin. With each subtle movement a new vibrant key sung from the voluptuous instrument. Upon her face she wore an expression so serene it was as though she were looking into a distant and private reverie. Sitting on her balcony and bathed in the coral glow of sunset, she lost herself in the m...
"I can't believe it." Cellemin leaned against the bar, his chin resting on both palms. "I can't fucking believe it." "Believe it," Snatch said. He was trying not to sound too impatient, but damn it, he was impatient. I don't have time for all this drama bullshit. "She's as smoked as salmon out there." The elf glared back at him. "She promised me she'd stop...
The Story I'm going to tell you is about Love, Lust, and Fucking your Best Friend. Of course... it never does start out that simply, does it? I was cursing every force in the universe that had gone into creating HER, every sexual urge, every ungodly act, every evolutionary leap that had brought about her existence. I cursed the ground she strode upon, the...
Author Note: This story is purely a work of fiction, and any resemblances to actual persons or situations are purely unintentional. Normally, I write 3rd person stories that are very much novel(la)-length by the end of them. I also strive to be more realistic about BDSM, mostly B/D and D/s, since most of the stories I've read here involving the premises, wh...
It all started the day I got the phone call from the university I wanted to transfer to got had an opening mid semester, I arrived late on a rainy day and had class right away. I dumped my bags in my dorm room and headed straight over to my first class with Professor McDonald the head of the art department who was teaching the class about compositions and co...
Please feel free to leave feedback and vote! I appreciate every voice, and would like to improve too! Thank you, L Chapter 3 Patrick Keller's iphone chirped. He felt the palm sized rectangle through his pants pocket and decided against answering the text. It was from Lana. She had mentioned coming over to deposit some cash into her special fund. She was...
(someone asked me to explain to her what a muse was... I thought this might be the best way to show her) * * * * * He closed his eyes He rolled over and looked at the clock, groaning to himself... 3:45 AM. It seemed as if it had been an hour ago, lying in his restless bed,that it had been 3:30. Accepting another sleepless night, he sat up and rubbed his ey...