It was the second day of naked 37-year-old Camilla's ghost gang-bang ordeal at the public aquarium in Montreal. Nothing had changed: she was still hovering a few inches above the surface of the soiled water in a huge tank, always coming and pissing in it. A couple dozen dead fish were floating around her, though none of them blocked the view of all her voyeu...
You are probably wondering what has happened to Arnold. My gangly, awkward, but very cute 19-year-old neighbor who discovered a little fetish for my panties was back at college for another year. Now just because I haven't written about him in a while doesn't mean that he has gone unnoticed or ignored. I made it a singular goal of mine to keep Arnold erect...
I was now totally spooked by what I was finding out about Grace, also myself, in particular the version of myself from the past, the me that was on the run. I was getting a bad bad feeling that my involvement with the living girl was not a good one, and there were the increasingly scary things that the reincarnated girl was doing to me. Clearly we were linke...
Why am I so jumpy... Diana Richards leaned down to pick up another piece of paper that she dropped on the floor. It was Friday, July 13, 1956. She had stayed at her office until seven o'clock to catch up on some work, and was taking some home to look at over the weekend. It's Friday the 13th again and Charles is gone...maybe that's why I'm so nervous. If I...
On Wednesday afternoon, Camilla, with blonde hair and blue eyes again, was in her class, 'Literature: Forms and Approaches.' Her teacher, Dr. Martin, a handsome, silver-haired Englishman in his late fifties, both attracted and repelled her--he looked and sounded a lot like Richard Dawkins, the advocate of atheism, a man whose lack of religious faith offended...
Here it is: the next exciting chapter of '"Don't Miss," He Said.' I highly recommend you read the first two chapters of this story before continuing. If you don't, it's like dividing by zero: either your head explodes into many little logical fallacies, or your eyes turn black. The following takes place about three days after Alphonse and Elena moved in toge...
37-year-old Camilla was reliving, in another out-of-body vision, a memory twelve years before the incubus gang-bang ordeal her naked body was still suffering in the public aquarium in Montreal, an ordeal that was now beginning its second week. In this memory vision, Camilla was twenty-five at the time, but looking twenty-one because of Nigrovum's slowing of...
Paul Carter looked across the driveways separating his - well, his parent's - house from Brooke MacDonald's house. He looked across a gulf as wide as his imagination, a chasm that had divided him from his impossible-to-endure one and only very-first-true-love. He had fallen in love with Brooke MacDonald the very first time he had laid eyes on her; which was,...
Author's Note; Welcome to my 100th submission to Literotica and my first in the How To category. Fair warning, this piece does not conform to the format of a 'true' how to, but is more like me conversing with you, the reader. Unconventional for this category, but I've always done things the way I want to, rather than the way I'm 'supposed to'. So this essay...
It was a glorious August afternoon in the City of Angels. The sun was shining and a sea breeze kept things comfortable. All was quiet, the whirring noise of a shuttering camera lens being the only sound, along with songbirds, in William's backyard. "Hold it...right there. That's perfect." Olivia took another photo. "You got enough yet? Come on, I'm ready...