Some 27.000 words about nothing. Undoubtedly that's what some will say. Hopefully others will see it differently... The basis of this story is sex trafficking. That is not romantic in any way: it's probably the lowest of all low and abusive businesses in existence, and I'm aware of that. This is mostly about the aftermath though, and with the help of the a...
"I'm so glad we decided to blow off classes today and get an early start," Karyn said as she drove. "Oh, God, yes," Tia agreed. "I would have fallen asleep in my econ class anyway. That professor is so boring. And on a beautiful Friday too." "The weather is perfect. We deserve a little break." "You got that right, girl. Thanks for inviting me along." "Th...
NOTE: As someone with admitted addictions to both Supernatural and writing in general, I suppose I should have expected them to collide at some point, though I haven't written fanfiction in years. It was this idea that finally drew me to post a story on literotica, though, and I couldn't resist taking some of the ideas in varying directions. But of course, s...
It is the year 50 AD; Roman invaders had set up enclaves throughout the southern lands of Briton. They had met with fierce Pagan Kings who fought bitterly against them and also showed the same aggression toward their neighbouring counterparts. One of these Kings was Alfred who had spawned two children, a boy and a girl. His son who was every bit as fierce a...
One afternoon in early August, I was out for a training ride on my road bike in the hills east of Portland, Oregon. I was doing some interval work on my way to the top of Larch Mountain. As I neared the top and after a particularly tough interval, I spotted another rider on the side of the road. As I got closer I could see it was a young woman who seemed to...
2003 Angus and I had assumed that nothing would come of our application to become foster parents but three months after we applied, we received a phone call and, two hours later, a kid. Rafael was a dark-skinned, orphaned, indigenous thirteen year old. He'd spent the first three years of his life in a town camp in central Australia and the next ten years...
At first, I only used my power for small things. I know Verus told me I would accomplish great things with it, but I felt I had already accomplished great things without using it at all. With nothing more than my own words, and a little courage, I had convinced my father to finally stand up to my abusive mother. In the process I also managed to improve my re...
FOREWORD These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your usual usage. Crutch/ Crotch h...
Many afternoons Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches or along the wall of the large circular fountain sending splashing rainbows of water into the air. This day, h...
"... And the current mythology of the Civil War, when viewed against the historical records of that time, clearly points towards the well-touted axiom of "The winner writes the history." Although the abolition movement..." She tried to focus again on her words but she was as lost and bored as the students before her were. It was beyond ignoring. The shuffl...