I stared up at the swaying ocean of ice, that night. That was the night the winter stole the voice from my throat and turned it into the howling wind and the creaking trees and the crystalline clatter of frozen snow. As my life poured out onto the white ground beneath the trees, the low of field clouds that churned above descended to blanket my vision with w...
My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling an...
The snow was a blanket of white linen across the mountains and hills outside his window, starched white and crisp by the continual fall of soft white flakes. The house was warm from the fire in the wood stove. He had tinkered with it for an hour, adjusting the flu and the air until the iron glowed a gentle red around the chimney pipe, and the heat radiated o...
Greetings and hello! Wrote a story during the night, was a picture of a story that just popped into my head - so I wish to share it. I wish to have you all read it, and I hope you will enjoy. Please, comment freely, would like to know how it is. Thank you! * Her eyes gazes towards the sky, the light white fragments of ice crystals finally broke from the...
The snow was a brilliant pure white, quietly drifting down from the clouds above and settling on the rolling landscape of The English North like icing on a cake. At times like these, nature was its most magical. Transformed by the flurries of drifting snow, you found yourself in a new world; one that captivated your every glance and widened your eyes in am...
I am very lucky to have such a beautiful, sexy wife as Michelle. At 5'10", she gets noticed. Her body is what I call, sleek and sexy. My name is Josh and a little over 6' with a runner's physique. We have a great sex life. I definitely can't complain, but I often fantasize about taking things to another level. Another person, I mean. Believe me, I bring it u...
Author's Note: Elan takes place months after the events of Luck and Custom, with the same characters. I'd advise starting there first for appropriate character development; this story assumes you've read both. (It goes Luck -> Custom -> Elan) If you're not in the mood to read of romance or dark mind control (read: not sexy) I advise turning back now....
After several disastrous attempts at submitting an .rtf file for my stories, I decided to start using basic HTML coding. As a former volunteer editor for Literotica, I've sent this particular file to others in the past to help them with formatting their stories. I still get quite a few of my 'regulars' who ask how to format their stories. It's not much ext...
A hand reached in, took my mouse and closed the PDF I had been reading about Tuesday's IPO from CalWest Diving Services. "Hey! Not fucking funny, John!" My office-mate's sense of humor often ran to the annoying. 'The old man's counting on me for this. I need to make sure I've got every detail covered." "The 'Old Man' is quite certain that everything will b...
Behind Blue Eyes -Part 1: The Tempest Gate- Like a drop of blood over alabaster skin, the fox fled across the desert. Burnt coal paws glided effortlessly along the worn line of indentation, all that was left of an ancient coach-road that once ran through this dry country. Any scant tracks she might have left in the alkali were quickly torn away by gyratin...