Blackness. That's all he could sense. He? Yes, he was a He. Who was he? Was he dead? He must be. No need for a name when you are dead. Heh. Sounds like something Freddie would say. Freddie. Wait, is that who I am? A flash of color and the face a man swam before him momentarily. That was Freddie, he wasn't Freddie. Who is he? Faintly a voice called to h...
The rain continued to beat against the roof and the windows on the west side of the cabin. Paul sighed and rolled over. He didn't know what time it was, but it was still dark outside, so he figured it must still be early. He was muzzy from sleep, but awake enough to wonder what had disturbed him enough to waken him. Usually he slept right up until the alarm...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby - Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is...
"Ahhh!" sighed Heather, as she sat up in bed on this early Sunday morning. Her roommate, Lucy, still slept soundly in her bed across the room from Heather's. Heather decided that she would get up and take a shower before Lucy woke up, hoping that she would sleep long enough so that she could sneak out of the house without having to talk to her. Heather wal...
You had found one of those quiet little desks in the back stacks in the library. I saw you sitting there, hunched over the desk, reading and making notes in a psych text. I could see the tension in your shoulders. I walked up to behind you and began to massage your shoulders. You looked up at me and smile at an ex-lover For about a year, we were incredib...
the phone rings. she answers. "I am on my way," the boy says. actually he is not a boy at all. 25 years old he is a man. technically though he does not act like it and she is not a little girl she is a woman though on the inside she feels as if she is still a child. she does not believe that she is doing this. but then again. she does....
"Princess!" I called for the dozenth time today, this time down an alleyway. "I got your princess right here, Mario!" came a guttural reply from the shadows. "Oh, fuck you," I muttered, moving on. Princess, who I had originally named Selina, had been a black cat in heat that my unwanted resident witch had transformed into a human woman in heat. With Demie...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insaneNo one asks you to explainRadio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special ladyLiving in a world of make-believeWell, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is inspired f...
Notes from the author: Hello Literotica reader and welcome to Part 7. Part six was the smallest installment and a bit off the beaten track. My editor, Boston, advised me to leave it out because he thought that it didn't add to Gwen's narrative. But there were so many notes from her dream sessions on the flash drive that I felt that I couldn't ignore it so I...
This story is for My Master C. He gave me the premise and set a few ground rules, one being that it was to be at least 8000 words. Though some of this is fiction, there is more truth than fiction in this. This is the longest story I've written and only the second I've published. Feedback is always appreciated :) ***** August 15 So I've decided to write a...