Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
Authors Note: This story was inspired by a character sketch of the Chevalier de Eron. It is not an attempt to portray his life or even a fictionalized version of his life. This story is just where my imagination took me. The erotic themes in the story are predominantly transgendered, so if this kind of story isn't your cup of tea, you have been warned. This...
Season of the Wolf Part one: Running With the Pack Chapter 1 "Grace, you can't be serious." My roommate glares at the cardboard box I've been packing for the last hour as if its public enemy number one. Impatient with my non-response she huffs and taps a manicured nail against her perfectly tanned forearm. "I mean, have you really thought this through?"...
Author's note The first story in this tale "The Archer" was entered into the "Romance" category of Literotica was very well received. This second story was written largely in response to the encouragement I received from Literotica readers wanting a follow-up to the original. I have envisaged a trilogy, the third story entitled "The Archer's Lady" has an ou...
Passegiatta I have no words -- alas!-- to tell, the loveliness of loving well! Poe, Tamerlane [Log entry of the SailingVessel Springer: 31 October, 0920 hrs local time. COG: at anchor; SOG: 0.0 kts; Temp: 41˚ f; Winds: NE at 12 knots, viz +3 NMI; Barometer 29.91 steady since 2300 hrs last night; GPS: 44°18'11.36"N by 9°12'35.24"E. Just anchored in...
In his comments on my story 'A View from the Bottom' 'Oldmarriedtar' stated that there is no cure for depression, and I tend to agree with him. My personal experience with depression is that there are three avenues open, the first is the chemical approach and this may be necessary to stabilise the condition, but it is not a cure. The second and third can be...
Chapter 1: Friday Morning, 8:54AM – Life's A Lot More Fun When You Aren't Responsible For Your Actions "Oh, fuck!" Will slid his arms up along the back of the girl's shirt as her torso bonelessly tipped away from him. Her legs were still locked around his hips, a sticky mess between them at the place where they were joined together. "Not the most gracefu...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the story's characters to dead and/or living people, and fictitious situations to real events, is purely coincidental. Some research went into attempting to present certain situations as realistically as possible, without getting nitty-gritty about it. As such, no doubt there will be issues with some of the...
This story is a repost of the first few chapters of Road Trip, originally posted in 2011. The original version had about 200,000 readers before it was taken down for a major rewrite and a potential book. The story has since been rewritten; although the major events remain the same the thinking, emotions, and many facets of the story surrounding each event h...