I don't know if she was simply crazy or whether she was involved in some odd piece of performance art, but there, amid the bustle of people rushing from train to train at Metro Central, I saw her. She was dressed entirely in white, down to the white paint or shoe polish on her face. Even the harmonica she played was white. I had read about her, a short snip...
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Thanks for reading this! Positive comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy! - Jack Michelle walked into the dark basement of the First Baptist Evangelical Church without concern. She was always there early and she was always the last to leave. She cut through the basement rooms and flipped the light switch and rooms lit up with bright overhead florescent l...
I was sitting at the side of the river, minding my own business. That was my first mistake: never mind your own business, trouble finds you every time. Of course, being a Demon in Hell doesn't help either, but there've been a couple of centuries I flew under the radar. I was taking a break from tending the Spawnling pens: new demons don't flip into existence...
Morning, Mid-April 1882 Chapter One Lorelei Langley Part 1 On an unseasonably balmy April morning in Manhattan, a young woman in a peach colored satin dress made her way down Fifth Avenue. Catching her reflection in the window of a hat shop, Lorelei Langley paused to admire herself. After looking around to ensure no one was nearby, she leaned closer to h...
Rachel marveled at LeRon Caruso. The tall, dark-skinned star wide receiver darted here and there all over the football field. He seemed to be a man among boys on the field. Whenever LeRon caught the ball, and that was often, he would put the team in a position to win. To Rachel, LeRon was sex personified. His moves on the football field seemed sensual and se...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
This story is one of the Tales from The Shack, and is posted In LW to keep it with the others. This works fine as a standalone, though it precedes "Gun Gun Teddy Bear." I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and PCB for editing and beta reading, and to Luedon for Australian slang ass...
CHAPTER 1 Book publishers Flynn & Lombardy, attempting to ride on novelist Jane Austen-Frewin's popularity to push her new novel, 'Legs Wide Open' into the best seller's list, announced in a newspaper and on local TV and radio it would conduct a competition at the widely promoted author's next public appearance. People attending the function at Woodley Mal...
Lorraine tapped away at her keyboard trying desperately to finish her task before the weekend. Ever since the cutbacks her workload seemed to grow by leaps and bounds. It seemed that every time she finished a project two more would magically appear to take its place. Gazing at her monitor she quickly scanned the latest figures sent down from head office. I...