Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...
This is an Nude Day contest story. Please vote, make a comment and add me and/or this story to your favorite list. Celebrities get naked, when models are a no show. * At the time, in celebration of Nude Day, it was a good idea to hire every day, average looking people, albeit emaciated looking people, to model nude, as the Director's way to show the cont...
The woman sat on a camp stool, her face and shoulders drooped as if shouldering an oppressive weight, the expression on her face fragile and cold, almost bitterly so. She seemed preoccupied, almost as if lost in a daydream, as she chewed on the cap of a ballpoint pen. UN Peacekeepers in dry, dusty uniforms drifted around her like old smoke, as oblivious to h...
Three Parts already submitted. Thanks to mikothebaby for her editing magic. +++++ What is worse than having the flu so bad you can barely get out of bed? Not being able to locate the TV remote, when you have the flu so bad you can hardly get out of bed. And what is worse than having the flu so bad you can barely get out of bed, and no TV remote? Hav...
The following is a fictional parody, not approved of, nor authorized by, the celebrities named. None of the events are true. This fictitious parody is protected speech under Hustler Magazine, Inc., et. al. v. Jerry Falwell. No harm is intended toward the celebrities named. Furthermore, publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not aut...
Markus leaned back in his chair, stretching out. Finally done with that damn paper, he thought. Standing, he walked around the room a couple of times, then decided that he really needed to get out. He had been cooped up in the damn room since coming back from class before lunch, and had not left since. Even the air tasted stale to him. But all his work was d...
For the first twenty years of my adult life I've worn a uniform - starched, creased and pressed. The first was olive green; I spent eight years in the Army and saw a taste of war in Kuwait and Somalia. I honored the oath I'd made to my Uncle Sam and am proud to have served. The next twelve years were spent in navy blue behind the wheel of a patrol car. I s...
The next morning Michelle wakes up from another restful night of sleep upon opening her eyes, she sees my face mere inches from hers. Our bodies sought out each other and became entangled together sometime in the night. When her first thought isn't to untangle herself and get as far away as possible she smiles to herself. "God, I want him to kiss me again,...
As in my other stories, the action in this one doesn't start for a while. If you're in a hurry, you may want to look elsewhere. The snow began while I was foaming milk for my morning coffee. It fell from a windless sky and settled in perfect narrow ridges on the bare limbs of the trees outside my apartment. By the time I had showered and dressed for work, e...
The 24th of April is here again...if I had been more organised I would have had five new stories submitted for my fifth anniversary as a writer on Literotica.com! Well, the dates might be off but at least you get the stories still. Enjoy! –- Hunter Hunted: Part III – Evolution Thomas Murdoch – soldier, mercenary, warrior – ran through the dark street...