Menu for Today: Icewater and Sandwiches A story by XXscribbler She was going to die. Here and now. Literally. And in such a useless, incredibly stupid way! Tumbled violently in roiling, neck-deep icewater from some distant glacier. The forces on her were indescribable. Her nervous system was in shock, incapable of collecting information or providing instr...
Valeriya The Half Breed: Chapter 1 - The Hunters Prize. My name is Valeriya, but that is not my given name. The name I was given by my parents I detest and never use, which caused them much grief. Supposedly I was the byproduct of an interaction between an African-American air force lieutenant and my mother who is 100% Japanese. The joke was on them when I...
Setting the stage for Jim and Rachel's confrontation. ****************** Jim - Entering Iran was easy. No drama. There were 8 of us total in two old Toyota pick-ups. Our two Kurdish-Iranian drivers were indeed legal Iranian citizens with quite valid NID documents. They were also legal Iraqis. Well, sort of. The Iranian Jew, Adel, also had his own docum...
I don't have a clue how long I was out. All I know it was dark and it felt as though every fiber of my body had been pummeled with a baseball bat a hundred times over. "Concentrate," I told myself, trying to clear my head, but it was hard. I was on my right side, held in place by my seat belt and shoulder strap. I was having difficulty focusing through the...
And she was right. A naked, freshly showered Sal stepped out of her French windows into the summer darkness. The day was over, and it was nearly time for her bed, but she had something to do first. Something to do with her neighbour. How Sal liked being outside naked! She did not straightway go to her neighbour but instead walked a little away from her hous...
This is a work of fiction. Any coincidental likeness to names, places, people or activity is purely that: Coincidence. All characters are over 18 years old. Constructive criticism is welcome. Outright bashing of being "unbelievable" or some such is not - of course it's unbelievable! It's a fictional story meant to create an emotional diatribe between the wor...
Wintertime in New York City, can be pretty brutal; especially, for the homeless. I found this out for myself the hard way, when I moved to New York, from my hometown in Jersey. It was January of 2011 and I had been in a bit of a rush, to get away from what I would consider a pretty toxic family. I had been raised by a pair of extreme Christians, who taught...
Author's note: Toni's story follows Marie's story (published in Literotica on September 6, 2017). While the story stands alone, reading "Marie" first may help put some of this story in context. ***** Toni had been thinking. She was becoming addicted to her renewed relationship with Tom. Marie had introduced her to the concept of "naked days." Marie called...
There was something to it, Julie couldn't deny as she walked through the halls of her office building. Here, she was a person with influence and some power. She had a reputation for being good at her job, responsible and competent. No one she said good morning to would have guessed in a million years how her day began. That she could get so wet by being orde...
Prologue I want to express that this is in fact a love story, or rather, a story of unconventional and unlikely love, which I attest happened purely coincidentally, by way of my own curiosity and a sense of indiscriminate compassion. I met Kim shortly after the construction of my house began four summers ago; I bought the tract of land adjacent to her ow...