Submitted to literotica.com by the author. * Kokata jumped and landed on the ledge of his home. The termites were gone. It had almost been too easy. He pulled a termite arrow out of the ledge and stared at it. Young fools. Younger than him, some probably younger than Lei. He felt sick. He had done what he could not to kill. His new friend hadn't. She ha...
He whispers in my ear as we glide across the dance floor. Slowly He slides my dress off my shoulder and lightly kisses my neck... RING,RING,RING, I roll over with a groan, "This better be good," I grumble into the phone. The voice on the other end says, "With me its always good." My heart skips a beat as my mind rushes to place the voice. "I'll be there i...
When I was 18, I thought I was a nice girl. I had a boyfriend, Paris, who had forced me into typical sexual experiences up to that point. At first, I tried to remain slightly virtuous, but the more I experienced, the more I disliked denying myself pleasure, and soon craved what every woman wished for. I wanted to enjoy sex and be nasty, fuck, and watch men c...
In the offhand chance that you don't find the setting clear on the issue, all characters are eighteen and legal. This is also a madly different story genre than I'm used to writing, so be kind. . . .. ... ..... She hated her. Hated... though strong and dramatic, it was the only word that summed up their relationship. Nobody would have guessed it, but i...
Sue had dinner cooking when I came in the front door. It smelled like chicken, I decided as I went upstairs to change my clothes. Dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, I went down to the kitchen. Sue was sitting at the table and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Being a rather astute observer of human nature, it occurred to me that something was bothering h...
What drives a person to suicide? What motivates a person to take that final journey into the Dark place? Can people become so increasingly trapped in their negative interpretations of life's misfortunes, that they back themselves into a place where suicide becomes the best solution to their pain? Many people think about taking their own lives in a desperate...
1 Many of us balk at the idea of storytelling being something of a clinically constructed device, but everybody has their own methods; ways of writing that work best for them. Long before I studied media I was a ball of chaotic creative energy with little conscious method beyond the dialogue and the description. I can look back and both cringe and revel...
Jonathan Gilchrist sat at his desk, his head in his hands as he grumbled quietly to himself. He was a trained psychiatrist! He had attended one of the best schools in the country and had a list of professional credentials a mile long! Right now, he was supposed to be sitting in some oak paneled corner office with a great view while dressed in a corduroy jac...
The day that I turned 22, I decided to move out of my boring hometown in rural Wyoming. It was nice, but I always wanted to move to Canada, they were so close to my home that I went across the border a few times, and I finally made my move and decided to go out to Vancouver. But going to a new college and being away from home meant I needed money for a place...
I want to put together again a little anecdote of mine. Originally, this was only going to be a short post, similar to another one I've made about a co-worker on a different board, but as I worked on it, it turned out to be fun reminiscing, and adding crunchy details. It might be subject to more interpretation, and maybe dramatization (even a little bit of w...