A big door slammed behind me. I spun round but there was only grass and trees. I was standing in a clearing, surrounded by dense forest with a narrow dirt road bisecting the clearing and disappearing into the dark woods on both sides. A light breeze brushed my bare skin. I looked down at my body. "Holy shit!" I was wearing one of those ridiculous fantasy...
I have several times tried and failed to write convincingly as a man. The necessary nuance and authenticity always seemed to hover beyond my reach and I was never quite satisfied with the result. I think now I might finally have done it but I'll await your judgment on that matter. I hope you enjoy the story and I earnestly welcome all comments, favorable and...
You never really know how life will turn out. Sometimes the curve balls it throws at you will either blast you in the nuts or pass you by all together. Sometimes you never really know which it was until long afterwards. I hated starting at a new school, and fifth grade is one of the really bad ages to make that kind of a change. My dad moved us to a new tow...
"Hi ya," I jumped at the unexpected voice and fought not to drop the drink I was holding. "What the fuck!" I gasped. Just as I lost my fight, and watched as my beer spilled out on the lawn. I glanced towards where the voice had come from, the next door neighbours garden. What I saw increased my shock immensely. Standing in the garden, now laughing softly at...
Before you start reading this, I would like to extend my gratitude to the person who helped me with proofing and making this story readable. So let's all give a big hand to AvixenLiterally here on Literotica. Oh, and she's also an amazing writer, so be sure to check out her stuff! * Even before he fully regained consciousness Joe knew this was going to be...
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"No," he shouted angrily into the mouthpiece, "you'll have it Friday when I'm done," and slammed the red phone back onto its plastic cradle. He snorted contemptuously, then raised his eyes towards the insistent rapping on his office door. "Yes," he shouted. The door was opened by a young man of medium build, well dressed and distinctly scrubbed. He was twe...
IV. The drive home was unusually silent. While Jenn concentrated on keeping the unfamiliar power of the ZX under control, getting them home safely through the dark night, Matt's wandering mind filled with images of erotica characters – "O", Lesley, Beauty – all in the form of Dara, the Sapphire Siren – she seemed to have taken on capital letters – the Sapph...
One freezing, drizzly morning, Donovan Maclean was in the park, stretching his muscles out before a workout, when a small, lycra-clad woman popped up out of nowhere, all cheekbone and smirk and short black hair. With her hands on her hips, he might have mistaken her for an unusually pretty boy if it wasn't for her feminine curves. He did his best to ignore h...
#02: Jake If you are part of my generation, you'll remember the despicable newspaper advice columnist Ann Landers. Occasionally, she would publish a letter from a reader, relating an interesting story of how he met his wife. Over the years, I've been collecting stories of how men met their wives, or how wives met their husbands. These are stories that Ann...