by Buck Maelstrom and Ms. Manners With a Whip It was still dark when Mark Danielson pushed aside the screen door of his condo and stepped out on the porch. A salty mist filled the air. The late September air had a hint of autumn in it, and he stood, leaning on the railing, as the sound of curlews filled the air. As he stared out at the bay, barefoot in je...
What the Rose Light Children managed to build in little June Hills and under everyone's nose was impressive by any standards. The whole compound was comprised of 14 Bungalows, with two more and a water mill under construction. All of them were connected by add-on passageways and together they walled off a large chunk of the river and a sizable creek bed from...
During her freshman year of college, Ericka hung out quite a bit with a group of girls from her hometown that had ended up attending the same university. One of the girls, Jen, was two years older and lived in a large apartment off campus, so they often partied there. Jen was dating a guy, Matt, also from their hometown, who was a senior at a nearby universi...
This is my first attempt at a stand alone story as previous efforts have been extensions to another writer's work. As I don't have a writer's imagination I've had to rely mostly on memory. I do like to hear from readers, even the illiterate uncouth idiots who proliferate on these pages. You know who you are. * My name is Tim, I was born in 1938 so this al...
The bar was buzzing with people enjoying their Saturday afternoon; voices and laughter combined almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the waves crashing. I closed my eyes briefly, enjoying the heat of the sunshine warm my bare shoulders. I couldn't wait to see you. After the first few times we had seen each other, sweet dates during which I thought...
Chapter I I was 19 years old when my father gave me "The Gift." At that time I didn't know what it was and didn't know what to do with it, but it didn't matter. I respected my father and did what he told me to do. We were an unusual family, my father was a full-blooded Seminole Indian but didn't live with my Anglo mother and myself in Jacksonville, Florida...
Chapter Three Earth - 3752 C.E. Notwithstanding the fact that along with the rest of humanity scattered beyond the orbit of the third planet Paul had wanted to visit Earth ever since he was a child, his initial experience was actually rather disappointing. It wasn't just that he'd forgotten what normal gravity felt like after the time he'd been living on t...
It was the little things that Erin noticed first, Alan being late home wasn't that unusual but the change in frequency was,as were the reasons which he offered. They just didn't seem convincing. He was being more attentive towards Erin too, not that she minded that at all , it was just another oddity in his life. Things really did not add up. Despite her m...
This is my second submission to Literotica. It's a bit of fluff with no sex. In response to some of the comments, I write to entertain, sometimes to get people to think but mostly just for fun. The views of my characters are usually - but not always - similar to my own. I often get my inspiration from real life people and events of which I have direct or i...
Everybody has their first times. For most of my peers, it was with a girlfriend, or just some chick at a party. But for boys like me -- awkward, gawky, cute and complete buffoons -- first times are perhaps even better than a fumble in the back seat of a beat-up car past 11 on a school night. I was a late bloomer. But by the summer of 1990, I had come into m...