August 2008. The day was finally coming to a close. The sun had already slipped below the Manhattan skyline, the dark orange glow the only reminder of it left. The sky turned darker and darker with every passing moment, the distant lights of start and planes slowly becoming more and more visible. Looking down, one could see groups of people slowly making th...
*** Thank you to everyone that has read, voted for and commented on 'Weathering the Storm' so far. Here is the fourth instalment, and at present I'm not sure if there will be any more - it depends entirely on the reception that this chapter receives from you, the readers! I hope you enjoy it. *** I opened my eyes to see sunlight streaming into my room aroun...
Scarlett woke startled from the intense dream that she was having, her face damp. She sat up from her desk and looked around for a towel to dab at her forehead. Finding one behind her, she grabbed it and wiped off the sweat about her face and neck. Looking at the clock on her desk, she sighed and clicked off her computer. "Another late night," she said as sh...
Note- I do not own the rights to the work of Conan Doyle nor do I the character of Sherlock Holmes. This is purely fan fiction inspired by said stories. Likewise, any person herein described by myself refers to no one in real life. Special kudos also to the bondage illustrator Bill Ward. xxx The actress Rachel McAdams had stumbled across the erotic fictio...
Seth Vaughn had never seen anyone so beautiful. She was in the fifth row or maybe the sixth or seventh...it didn't matter for she was captivating. Clad in red, and smiling...seemingly at him. "You here...Hello!" Seth looked at his trainer, Pops McKensie who was yelling in his face. He used to train boxers, but as time passed, Pops saw the writing on the wal...
First Literotica story, please be gentle. However, all feedback is good feedback. All characters over 18. * Ouch. Head ringing, vision blurred, and the worst imaginable pain in his right leg. Trying to get his bearings about himself, Tommy took stock. Car, wrecked, totaled no doubt. Laying on its side, his 1999 Grand Prix was smoking pretty heavily. Heal...
Note- There have been numerous attempts to update Sherlock Holmes into the modern age and so I have decided to place my personal imagined version from 1891 to the present day. As usual, Scarlett Johansson is my chosen heroine with Emma Watson by her side. This tall tale is entirely fictional and not meant to offend any celebs described herein. x 1891, Lon...
"So? What do you think?" Scarlett takes me by the shoulders and turns me to face the mirror. "It's... why do I need a collar, exactly?" I fiddle with the dark red strip of leather she's fastened around my neck. "Pets are really supposed to wear them, state ordinance and all. I don't want us to get in trouble," she smiles at me through the mirror, "Besides,...
Scarlett pursed his full lips as he leaned over to the low desk beside his bed, taking the quill that waited there, dipping it in black ink and tapping away the excess before making a note on the paper that waited beside him, speaking the words aloud in a soft voice as he did. "The Orcess, while dominant in her nature, I have found, can be subdued with the...
"Well Signor Frame, how are we doing today?" I looked over at the therapist and smirked. "Surprisingly good when you consider I got shot three weeks ago. My chest itches constantly and my shoulder hurts, but I'm getting along okay." "Is the tramadol not cutting the pain," he asks as he glances down at my chart. "You're on a really low dosage, so we can inc...