Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...
I wrote this for a lover I never met. We lived in separate countries and exchanged a heated correspondence for several months. It was my first 'experience' with someone who was of a dominant nature, sexually. It was terrifying and a turn-on, all at once. He ordered me to write about what I fantasized our first meeting would be like…and this was the result. T...
Author's note: This particular story is about five percent fiction, ninety five percent nonfiction. There will be, I imagine, many more stories about this particular pair to come. Of course, no pun intended there. In the meantime perhaps I will look in and see what Teresa and her Master have been up to. No good, I am sure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael led the sl...
It was late, about 2 am., and I could feel how quite the house was. I lived with my beautiful wife but she was currently at work. She is a nurse. I always knew she'd be good at nursing and frequently told her so. Now she had finally made the career change and was working in the ER at our local hospital. As my thoughts turned to my wife, I figured that sinc...
This is a YAOI-- male on male fanfic centered around the characters of Weis Kreuz and uses BDSM/fetishes. If you dislike any of these things, please do not read this story. ~~~~ @ ~~~~~ ‘Why am I here?’ Ken started to wonder that himself after being retrained to the posts on either side of him. ‘Is the pain Aya caused worth this? Will I feel better?’ He wa...
How it all began. It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said "the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars" to which I replied "No... The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasi...
This short story is for Gene.. who was my number one fan in the beginning.. Gene watched the young woman putting groceries in her car.. she was beautiful. Long, blonde hair that hung in soft waves to her smooth, tan shoulders. She was about five foot, six inches tall, he guessed. Her body moved like he imagined a dancer's would, as she scooped up the bags o...
It started with an email. Our last story on Literotica brought us some good comments, some criticism and one email. The email was from a couple. I'll keep the names secret but call them Jan and Rob. The email said that they liked the story and had similar fantasies. The email concluded: 'If you feel like it, drop us a line.' Well, the story they responded t...
I was quite sickly as a youth and I believe that is the reason I am now so slight of build. As I usually was the smallest boy, I was always the easiest to pick on. The results of my youth led to the problems of my adult hood. I have more phobias than I can count but the most debilating has to be my agoraphobia. Each day my greatest challenge would be to walk...
Raion had no doubt that the day must come when Sakura left Him. Realism is a component of Japanese culture. Yes the past in an intrinsic part of the present but the future must bring change by its very chaotic nature. Sakura was but a flower in the bud, the bloom she would become would need experience in the garden of life in all its forms to be magnificent...