Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, and stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is now perfectly self-edited (bring it). All of my characters, in all of my stories, are over eighteen, or older, any time they get naked and have intercourse. Thanks to all the favorites and feedback, hope you enjoy. This story has been re-subm...
(This is my first attempt at a longer story. I am going to put it up in shorter chapters as I finish them. It may take awhile, but the whole story will emerge eventually. Don't expect anything hot and heavy at this point.) -------------------------------------------- Lenny Sanderson waved at the PACE bus from across the intersection on Plainfield Road, wil...
Editing One's Work: Using a Text to Speech Program as a Proofreading Tool In December 2006 I posted this to Literotica under the title: Using Microsoft Reader as a Proofreading Tool. Since that time, MS Reader has been changed in such a way that it is no longer useful for this purpose. * What follows below is the original essay on the need for proofreadi...
**Author's Note: This story is a work of erotic fiction. All characters and plotlines in this story are the creation of LankM6782, and any similarities between them and real people or occurrences are strictly coincidental. This story may be linked to at the discretion of literotica.com, and nobody may copy, reproduce, or repost this work without the consent...
Part I Somewhere in her subconscious, Sammi knew that horrid ringing sound couldn't be her alarm clock -- that instrument of the devil had left its imprint on her wall several weeks ago when it had wakened her after she had spent a particularly intense night with a bottle of tequila. But what the fuck was it?!? A herd of coked-out cows rampaging through her...
Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...
--- Week 3 -- Thursday --- Wednesday had been a long, hard day at work that I had barely survived without D-Rod getting canned by Matt's reckless actions. However, I didn't have much time to reflect on the frat boy's revolt, because I had to leave for a two-day business trip out of town the next day. My department's biggest change management project was ex...
Chapter 1 Mary looked at the photograph on her desk. It was a digital photograph; Tiffany had taken it at their Halloween party. Mary, in man's suit, long brown hair stuffed into a fedora, plastic machine gun tucked under one arm, stood next to Thomas, dressed in his police uniform. On the other side of Thomas, dressed in man's suit, blonde hair stuffed in...
True background I've been inordinately lucky in this world we call D/s. I have a wonderful lady who reached out to me and has become the most amazing sub I've ever met, and who I've collared in a real-life relationship. These series of stories are some of the collected thoughts and experiences of all three of us. The stories in each series are written as fo...
You're so happy I'm finally 18 and have my own car. Even though we are only 3 months apart, now things are different. I pick you up but then I decide to blindfold you. You oblige, figuring that I have a surprise in store. Oh, how right you are. I drive to the theater at a time I know it'll be relatively empty. When we park, you ask if you can take off the bl...