The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
CHAPTER 1 - DESIRE'S GROWTH Caroline's eyes flared red in the mirror. Her body was hot and rolling with desire. She panted and held onto the edge of the sink, short blonde hair growing longer by the second. She had never felt it this bad before, never in high school, and never since she had graduated five years ago. She, twenty-three, lived alone in an apar...
*First off, PokingFun for trudging through another of my offerings* *To a whole band of miscreants and ne'er-do-wells who give me feedback, keep me on track and urge me to keep going* *Lastly, to Talonwolf, who continues to evade the best counter-terrorism units money can buy* *The Persians marshalled all the nations under the Sun and Stars yet they were...
It's just nobody knows honey where love goes But when it goes, it's gone, gone When you're alone, you're alone ...when you're alone, you ain't nothing but alone CHAPTER 7: Saturday Night Fevers Jennifer was on her knees. In her hand was a very large cock. It belonged to a stunningly handsome man, sitting naked on a couch. "Oh James," she said, staring at...
*Author's note: I recently met a female veterinarian I took to be around 40 who was not just polite but actually 'sweet' in the best possible way. I also found her very attractive, so the vet in this story 'looks' just like the one I met—short, petite, great smile, and as friendly as could be. I also have a good friend who's a single mom who lives in a deve...
The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
Matthew Goodwin's pencil hovered over the blank page like the spear of some angry god ready to strike down from the heavens and forever leave its mark on the world of mortal men. If only, the much more human Matthew hadn't been experiencing a king-sized case of writer's block at that moment. He might have been leaving just as indelible a mark on the litera...
Many thanks to SBrooks for his invaluable advice and editing. If there's anything that still doesn't work, it's probably something I chose not to follow his suggestion about. Rose Valley, Oregon, population 1134, is located about two hours southeast of Portland at the eastern edge of the Mount Hood National Forest. Rose Valley is home to the Maitland Mills,...
"Keep him under two minutes today, okay, Lance?" "I'll try," he told her with a smile. "He has a mind of his own sometimes and a will of his own all the time." "That's what I'm paying you to control!" she said harshly in no uncertain terms. "I'm taking a helluva chance on you. Everyone I know says I'm crazy. But after 45 years of being around horses, I can...
This one came to me while I was at work, listening to some guys drone on and on about racing while more were agonizing over basketball brackets, and another guy was whining about his upcoming divorce. I threw in wrestling just because I've never liked it. All the wrestling, basketball, and race fans-GET OVER IT. It's just a story. ...........................