Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
A friend in needs a friend indeed, A friend with weed is better. A friend with breasts and all the rest, A friend who's dressed in leather. - Placebo's "Pure Morning" The song quote above spawned this ultimate stoner fantasy back in my college days. Some of you might question if such a topic belongs in the romance section but I didn't think it...
Based upon the Sister Nancy pinup by the Pit and the comic "Faith Exchange" written and illustrated by Rabies T Lagomorph. This follows events in the story "Sister Nancy of Coxville County" by SirSinn (found on literotica) and "Sister Nancy of Coxville County 2" by Thickwil (found on my blog). I had to do some rewriting to reconcile the events of the stories...
Just another story. I have friends that are deeply involved in coonhound competitions, and they gave me advice. If I got it wrong, blame me. ................................................ Ever think about words and their meaning? I do, sometimes. Cliche is one of my favorites. In most dictionaries the standard definition is: "A phrase dulled in meaning...
Lexi didn't seem to be ready to forgive me for that session of lovemaking where I'd tried to dominate her. She came over the next day in the bright and melting snow and was civil enough but cool, and it was quite frankly painful. She knew it was painful too, and even apologized for the way she was acting but claimed she couldn't help it. The way she felt was...
This story is rather long; I haven't been able to write for quite a long time, and this is what (finally) came out. I apologize for the ridiculous length, and I hope it is worth the time. It was, initially, a very relaxed night in for Mike and Sharon. The two of them were enjoying a nice, quiet night at home, unperturbed by the idiocy of the Bush Administra...
"What are you so fucking happy about?" Mecca sat in the passenger's seat, an almost irritatingly bright smile on her face, both long, lean caramel-colored legs tucked beneath her shapely ass. "What's not to be happy about?" She held a fry out to him, and he opened his mouth to receive it. "I'm here, you're here, and my cell phone hasn't rung once since I hu...
1. In the endless miles of desert surrounding Paradise Valley, Nevada, there is silence now. The rustling of the sagebrush, the distant howling of the coyotes on the long, lonely evenings, the tan and green colors and the distant peaks. I had been here a week now, at my grandmother's old house, just me and Mom. We are working on tidying the place up. Perhap...
The words on the screen seemed to pulse against the white background. Despite everything, the monitor glowed an alien shade of green, appearing from across the room to be something out of the "Alien" films of her youth. Jennifer blinked, then laughed at what she'd just read. "These kids need to quit with this fan fiction shit," she laughed and clicked the wi...
Guilty Pleasures Part Seven of The Succubus == || < > || == ~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~ == || < > || == Note for the Literotica Version: Despite the title on Literotica, this is part seven of eight of this story. I am posting it in Sci-Fi and Fantasy. However, if you have problems with incest/taboo content, please b...