At 1:30 in the morning a weary-eyed writer sat at the keyboard of his computer contemplating of the crap he'd written over past months – well, not altogether crap as some of it was meritoriously written, even if he'd say that himself. But then he was a professional journalist quite capable of exercising critical judgment. The journalist was comfortable know...
The wind battered the side of the ship, and sprayed salt water up over the deck as the crew made effort to keep the sails under control. The day was glorious; sun bright in the blue sky, with white clouds making the heavens look picturesque. However, the sea itself was choppy, the wind having picked up once they left the islands behind them and entered the m...
I realize you don't really know me. Maybe you've read my other stories or maybe this is your first click on something I've penned. Either way, I'm going to make a simple statement you can choose to believe or not: I'm not a racist. I grew up in an urban area in America around lots of people of different skin tones and belief systems. I work in an ethnically...
This is a multipart series inspired by a man who makes me want to push my own limits. This is fiction based on a fantasy. All characters are over 18 years of age. In chapter one she had decided to push her own limits and offer to bring life to one of her Sir's fantasies: To watch her dominated by another woman. ---------------------------------------------...
Short Story. Warning: Contains Lesbian Non-Consent. You were warned. ***** Gytha sat on her queen sized bed and admired the sheer opulence of her new quarters. The castle she now occupied had been taken with ease just that morning, and even as she sat here thousands of the Matriarchy's Amazon warriors were spilling into the lightly defended heartland of...
It was a night like any other winter night in the City of Brockton. The snow was falling gently, the wind was light almost non-existent as two vigilantes keep a silent watch together over their fair city. Brockton used to be a nice city, it was once the "Shoe Capitol of the World". The City of Champions, as its downtrodden citizens called it. Brockton was...
I will be the first to admit that I am far from being the best writer on Literotica. Especially for someone without any formal training in writing (not that it is a requirement), I certainly recognize that I can improve my skills. However, I do enjoy the many positive comments I have earned – both public and private, and they far outweigh the negative commen...
copyright August, 2010 Just a quick little ditty that will hopefully grab your interest. As usual there are no graphic sex scenes in my work. Thanks for taking the time to read and hopefully constructively comment on this latest piece. Please enjoy. ***************** Alyssa was dancing with another man. The love of my live was dancing with, hugging, and...
DISCLAIMER - At the time of writing we were all consenting adults over the age of 18. ***** A Triathlon is a non-stop swim, ride and run event that is all about pushing one's limits - otherwise you don't finish. I'm Will; (180cm high, and a lean rangy 90kg body) and I compete regularly in all 3 categories (short, medium & long course) as part of my prepar...
I slowly got out of bed to a message notification. It was a warm Sunday morning and I had no intention of getting up early. With sleepy eyes I looked at my phone. It was her. My bitch of an ex who had at one point nearly ruined my life until I had found my lovely wife who mended my broken heart. I looked at my wife Denise who lay in bed next to me as I read...