Michael shook the salt canister, trying to shake every last granule from its container and onto the basement floor. Then he grabbed his broom, gripping the green plastic handle so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and began to furiously sweep at the floor. Precious minutes went by as he did this, but Michael resisted the urge to check his phone while h...
10. His snakes. I love snakes – the way they coil in your hands, a flex of hard muscle – the sleek skin, the coolness. Caligula – four feet of yellow-barred black kingsnake, lithe, seeking, friendly as hell – he'd slither right up your arm, squeeze it politely, and chuck his head under your chin. Leopold was wilder – he came in after – but another king, co...
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Story Editor: Actiaeon You may look like an average human to everyone else, but you can transform into a demon! Well, not really, you are something called a pseudo-demon, a "normal" human with the powers of turning in a demon version of themselves. You are tall, have dark brown hair, blue eyes, 4 inches of dick (6 when hard) and mouth-watering musc...
This story continues 'The Adventures of Hazel'. To learn more about the main characters I'd suggest reading the first two chapters. This story includes aspects that take some inspiration from a story and an author long gone from Literotica. If he ever reads this I hope he thinks I have done them justice. This can be read alone but shares a few characters wit...
He skips up the stairs effortlessly like she isn't lying in his arms. He momentarily looks through the halls as if he's forgotten where he sleeps. He finally finds it, and all the while she's taking in the eccentricity of his home with statues and figurines from different parts of the world. Even though she's probably been around the world as much as him, sh...
Author's Note: When I first published this (I hope) slightly humorous little paper, it was just to answer some ill-informed anonymous critic, and explain to readers why I used the words I did in my stories. Little did I realise that it would raise more feedback from further afield than all of my stories put together! I've had comments from people from the U...
At 25,000 feet my mind drifts back to the last six months. My deployment to Operation Baltic Hammer is over. 147 combat missions and I'm still alive. My plane and body are still in one peace and I'm coming home. I scan the inside of my cockpit as I have done a million times before. The heads up display tells me I am on course at 25,000 feet and the final way...
In my line of work, I meet many people whose lives would each make an interesting novel. My name is Francis, and I teach ballroom dancing to adults. This story takes place in Boston. Names of course have been changed. Luke appears in many of my stories. All you need to know is, he is a well hung dumb SOB. Usually I teach only adults. I did once have a coupl...