I have written this story in seven chapters. I'll do my best to post a chapter every two days. It is finished but it is a rather long read. The chapters will be listed in different categories. A big thank you to WanderingScot for editing this story for me. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1: Joey's life I read a lot of stories for a young guy. I decided to wri...
Less than an hour later we arrive in front of a dark building in the 6th Arrondissement and Alex is offering me his hand to help me from the car. He smiles at me and pulls me close, "I'll send Ted to retrieve your things from your apartment." "My what? How do you know I have an apartment. Only one person-" I'm suddenly frightened. Who else knows? Who else...
*The first story I wrote involving ghosts. The main characters also sparked the idea for sequels with an anti-occult scientist haunted by a special slime girl and a village seemingly terrorised by a werewolf. * Chapter 01 It all began when I received an anonymous letter about a manor in the country. It said, "To Henrick van Schwaffle", that's me, "When...
Whenever I look ahead at my work schedule and see travel I get a sinking feeling. I really don't like it, I don't like the airports, I don't like the conferences and I don't like the hotels. The seminars always fail to capture me and never present anything I couldn't have read from my bench. The ceremony doesn't impress me either. Everyone there knows that t...
We got off the plane, me still reeling from hard sexual use during the flight. The driver who met us whisked us into his stretch limo very quickly. Even faster than that, my Masters had me stripped and servicing them in the car. I think they were tired from the flight, too, because I sucked them all a bit, and Master Chris came in my ass again, but then they...
This is my first story I have ever submitted I would love as much feedback as possible to this story. So feel free to e-mail me at the link below and give feedback on literotica as you can. Tell me what you like about the story so far, what you don’t like, what problems you see, where you would like for the characters end up, just any bit of information your...
Elliot slammed the bedroom door behind him. Grabbing the banister and almost jumping down the stairs, he grabbed his jacket off the hallway rack and was out the door. Pausing only slightly at the front steps, he moved to his car and started the engine. Afraid to go and afraid to stay, he backed out of the driveway and headed toward downtown, not knowing wher...
Preface This story stems from a dream that the author had night after night. It is pure fantasy. The author decided to turn the dream into a short story to "put the dream to bed" - pun intended. Awakening I hear the faint sounds of the surf as I gradually wake up. Bright light streaming into my room makes me keep my eyes shut as I try in vain to fall b...
It had been a busy but rewarding year for me. My name is James Constable, and I am a painter. Of course with that name, everyone that I meet in the Art world asks if I am related to 'the' Constable. By this of course they are referring to the famous English painter John Constable. The answer to this question is that I simply don't know if we are related. T...
The best thing about being a writer is that I can make my own rules. Except for the times when I receive a panicky call from a publisher needing something quick, I can work my own hours on the projects of my own choosing. I've also made the rule that for the sake of inspiration, all writers are allowed to travel to different destinations for the sake of thei...