You land on the floor with a wet slap, audible to you but minuscule compared to the size of the world around you. You writhe pathetically toward the shadows underneath a piece of furniture in the dark. Getting to it is slow, a room your old body could have handled with two strides becomes an hour of work. Of course, you don't have that body anymore, and this...
Author's Note: This story is the book I currently consider my masterwork. It has been under construction for a handful of years and is the strongest representation of my truest style: Gothic, historical, chock-full of allusions, and deeply, deeply Feminist. If you've been following my other current work in progress here at Literotica, you will see some simi...
This part is not so sexually explicit, since it's dedicated only to the day I've met Helen, and how things have happened... ***** My watch shows that Brad is late - we've recently finished our military service, where we've been colleagues, so I'm confused - we don't use to be late, or not keep our word... We're supposed to go have a beer. The moment I'm...
No real story this time, just a series of random thoughts about my writing, my philosophies of life, and my reaction to the comments made on this site. I warn you these are just what the title says, some random thoughts about life, people and this web site. I hope this essay is entertaining and gives my "fans" or those that follow my writing a better insig...
She's such a bitch. Such a cunt. Such a whore. She is the woman I love, the woman that I married. Her pussy controls me and my life- from a distance, most of the time. She dispensed with the sex early on in our married life. Recently, her thing has been pocketbooks. Sexy designer pocketbooks. Previously, 55% of my paychecks went to her pleasure shopping. W...
I apologize for all the time between chapters. Busy, busy :) If you're following this story, feel free to leave a comment. Thanks. * A couple seconds passed, and Chamey's hand continued to float in the air between them. Jack's glare raised from it to the amused brown eyes looking back at him. Chamey finally dropped his hand. "You're not very quick for a v...
- Note - SQUICK ADVISORY - End Note - Nomi floats in the warm stream of air the shower cubby uses to dry her and reclaim water in microgravity. Eyes closed, lights dimmed, she's tempted to nap right there, soothed by the white noise of the fans and cradled by the warm updraft flowing past skin still red from scrubbing. Soon, though, the system cuts off,...
This story involves mythological beings, some of whom may have worshippers today who could consider the story blasphemous. Please be warned. This is only a fantasy. A hat tip to the sainted Jimi Hendrix for the title—which presented itself only after the story was well under way, honestly! Now that I have your attention- A thousand pardons if my i...
Betrayed by her Stockings As he waited for the whore to come home, he reviewed their life together and the last month since he had discovered her adultery. He had thought he had found a kindred spirit, one who loved the same things he did sports, travel, eating out, walking, theme parks and nature. They shared the same sense of humour and loved to surprise...
The success of Gruber's Labs newest contribution to the scientific community reverberated through the sterile halls unchecked as the revelers downed their intoxicating concoctions in wild abandon. Apparently the small gelatinous mass I irreverently referred to as flubber, had been successful in restoring the neurological damage an ambulatory construction wor...