About a year after leaving university, I started writing a novel. But then life got in the way. So, for something like 16 or 17 years, the partly-written novel sat in a drawer. From time to time, I'd take it out, read bits of it, convince myself that it had possibilities and that I really should find the time to finish it off, but that's about as far as I go...
Upon an island covered by a thick, old-growth oak forest lay a palace populated by all manner of creatures presided over by the daughter of Helios and Perse, the intoxicating Circe. It was she who had ensnared Odysseus' crew and went on to have three sons with Odysseus himself. Circe had been the one who had turned the sea nymph Scylla into a rooted sea crea...
James felt as if he was going insane. It was summer, the sun was shining and he was at the beach ogling girls. Tits of all shapes and sizes surrounded him, wrapped in bikini tops, one pieces and other pieces of fabric of varying coverage. James' heartbeat pounded in his ears and throbbed in his crotch, digging a furrow in the sand beneath him. He was lying o...
This story is a future-era sequel of: https://www.literotica.com/s/theo-the-blood-angel-of-lescatie Theo died alongside the Ten Thousand Martyrs. The world was sealed from corruption. The world moved on, and decades later, permanent peace set across Ermorea, ending human slavery, and the genocide's wounds over time. Time is the salve of wounds...and so pa...
Hi everyone. I have started to publish this story once before. I´m a beginner at this, and I found that the segments I published the story in then were too short. They felt chopped up, the rhythm wasn´t right. So now I´ll publish the story in three segments instead of fourteen. I hope you´ll like it. A lot of it is quite true, but certainly not everything....
Once the Artifact traversed its way into our world, it changed the fabric of reality, of culture, of city-states, of empires, of villages...of everything, including the lives of many young women who would grow up under rigorous training in subterfuge, magic, eroticism, and monster hunting. They'd become known as Rift Walkers. *** The songs of sailors were...
This is the second chapter of the parts expunged from the published Gulliver’s Travels. Chapter Two The author is in peril from Lady Petrova. Griselda anoints him with unguent. The court jeweller makes measurements. Is it a protection or a restraint? The jeweller’s curious contrivances produced. The author ends in peril again. I was sleeping soundly betw...
There is no sex between characters 18-years-old or younger in this story. As a matter of fact, there's no sex at all in this story. If that's what you were looking for, you may want to choose another story. May I recommend one of the "Nellie" stories by MsCherylTerra? HERE Bought and Sold She bought me, and for that I hated her. I sold myself cheap, and f...
Part three: The lessons begin The next morning, Jim pedaled his mountain bike along the neighborhood streets to Dr. Winderly's home. It was in a part of town that was just now becoming hip again. She bought the house four years ago when she landed the job at the university. A bequest from her grandmother made the down payment possible. Now the neighborhood...
"From a dream to a nightmare..." Marc whispered to himself as he struggled yet again, trying to get the ropes binding his arms behind his back to budge and only succeeding in making them dig further into his skin. He stopped trying after another wave of pain rippled through his skull, sure that a bruised welt had already formed upon his head where the ugly p...