Thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping my clean this up. Also, thanks to my fiancee, for putting up with the time it takes for my neurotic ass to write, and for helping me clean it up, too. This is my entry in the 2012 Winter Holidays contest. Vote, comment and send feedback! * "Now I know what he likes for a late night snack, for years now...
————————Prologue———————— NOW Dan stood and looked up at the clear sky. It was a beautiful day, and he hated it for that. The sky was clear and blue and the grass was the kind of green normally reserved for movie posters. There were birds singing and flowers blossoming and he stood there trying to make it rain with the sheer volume of his hate. But the sky...
"Conrad, have you seen or heard from the Doc lately?" "Not in a couple of days. The last I heard; he was out at the Colony. One of the rich and famous probably got a hangnail or something." "Come on. You know he doesn't cater to the rich and famous. We're damn lucky to have him. Any man who gives up on the world and dedicates himself to helping isolated...
The three headed upstairs. Dan didn't bother putting any clothing back on at all, but had the two girls leave on their wrist and ankle cuffs so they "could stay used to being captives." This brought a couple of giggles, but actually both of the young women found it exciting, knowing they could be restrained at any time. Lisa had spent almost all of the time...
This is a story about a young Marine Corps pilot during the era between the Korean War and the Viet Nam War. Reading the previous parts will lead to a better understanding of the plot and the characters. * Micaiah McDermott sat beside his wife's bed holding his newborn daughter for the first time. He was overwhelmed with emotions. The feeling flashed from...
Here's to a happy new year for all you Literotica fans. May God richly bless you, each and every one... MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ Chapter One My name is Mark Howard and I'm forty-nine years old. I stand six feet, three inches tall; and I weigh two hundred and fifty-five pounds, with no fat whatsoever. I have dark brown hair and eyes; and it was right around my...
When I was young my Grandfather used to read the paper to me. One of his favorite columnists was a woman named Erma Bombeck. I got the idea for this story from the title of one of her books. As usual thanks to Mikothebaby for editing this story. If you like it please let her know that her work is appreciated by someone besides me. * * * * * * Refusing to...
Author's Note: This story is a collaboration between Jim (Mojavejoe420) and Mel (melanieatplay). We hope that you check out some of our other works and, as always, comments and critiques are appreciated. - - - - - I might be worse for wear, But I don't care, I'm going back to Salome. Shawn Colvin - - - - - Jenna: Spring A psychologist might cal...
This is the third installment in the Viconia series (which is a trilogy at present but may continue to grow). My special thanks for this one goes to Kevwe, a man who would not settle for anything less then the best. Prologue She screamed. Mixed in the cry was frustration, exhilaration, pain, and victory. The child slid free of her womb, coming to rest ful...
Disclaimer: This story contains one NSFW illustration. It’s the very first thing you’ll see if you scroll down. Ignoring this disclaimer may lead to promotions. * * * * * * "A kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being, nor can the dead ever be brought back to life." -Sun Tzu * It wasn't much of a trial. No one made a...