For my muse... Where do we begin tales of the unbelievable? In the beginning, with the believable, I suppose. He met her on the Internet, the preferred communication of the new world, connecting all corners of the planet, all manners of being. They had a lot in common and shared a juvenile, silly and depraved a sense of humor. They both liked similar book...
The soft breeze ruffled his hair as he padded barefoot on the wooden deck. His feet now accustomed to the heat generated by the radiant sun in the tropical climate he found himself in. The small schooner dipped at anchor in the blue waters as he awaited the return of Bartlett, Johnson and the hand who had gone ashore in the skiff to trade goods with the nati...
I walked through the corridor, quietly, my wavy black hair bobbing up and down. I quietly stood outside my classroom, clutching my books. Slowly people turned up, all taller than me. I was a 5'6", meanwhile the other girls without heels were still taller than me, the shortest being 5'8". I had deep black hair and emerald eyes, along with pale skin to match...
Morning after morning I watch him from my balcony. He has been living across from me for almost three years now, and each morning him and I played the same routine. We wander aimlessly around our homes as we share two very different cups of coffee. Mine a home style blend brewed from a glass pot; his a fancy espresso brewed from what could have its own resid...
AN: For your enjoyment. Please don't hesitate to review -- let me know what you think good, bad and everything in between. -MS * Summer could feel droplets of sweat trail from the nape of her neck into the high collar of her coveralls. The air was stiflingly humid and it was evident that many of the humans present were becoming increasingly uncomfortable....
"Honey, don't forget to take the trash out," cried Beverly's mother from inside the house. Beverly groaned as she made her way to the side of the garage. She grasped the tiny handle of the garbage can in her slender fingers and whisked it over her shoulder. She hated the weekends. Instead of going out, she had to be stuck home helping around the house. Bever...
Be warned! Nobody cheats, turns gay, or gets beat up. It's just a harmless bit of fluff. I'm not gonna tell you how I came up with this. ...................................... "Honey, will you help me defrost the freezer?" Damn, damn, damn. I hated that fucking freezer, I always had. I was just sitting down to check on Literotica, hoping for a new story...
Pierre Dupont had a reputation for being duplicitous--amongst other traits--yet there was no denying his obvious talent. At a time when adventuring had fallen into disfavor and was ridiculed as a rich man's hobby, he had climbed his way to the top to capture the hearts and minds of fans all over the world, his fame so great that it was eclipsed by only one o...
Vardala stepped warily into the back room of the inn, closing the door carefully behind her, as she had been instructed. The room was dark, heavy shutters closed across the only window. Outside, the sun would already be dipping towards the horizon, but the intent was not just to keep light out but to stop passers-by from looking in. The rogue made out a sh...
The next day everyone stayed in bed sleeping until the early afternoon. I didn't hear much talk today as everyone took showers and dressed. Ray did make a little comment about being more open since the event last night. There was mention of making use of the whirlpool tub that was in the room. Honey and Lori dressed in shorts with halter tops and both wome...