The cabin was dark when she finally arrived. The moon only occasionally peeked through the clouds to illuminate the snow-covered mountainside. I waited... The rope felt good in my hands as I pulled it taut, waiting in the shadows. Even through the gloves, I could feel its texture, its roughness. Just as I pulled the rope taut again, I heard her car door...
"This is so unfair." Yelled Timmy as he trashed his room. His anger blinding him to the fact that he was destroying all his things. "Sorry sport, but you know the rules." Said his pink haired Fairy, she waved her wand as he broke each item. Repairing it with a flash of magic. It had officially been the worst day of Timmy's life. He got up...
Home for the long break after spending most of the year away at college, Alison was enjoying the break. She'd spent a few days reacquainting herself with the neighbourhood, finding it encouraging that nothing had changed. This afternoon she had been pottering around in the back yard, doing the odd bit of gardening and just relaxing. Doing a little judicious...
"We will fight them," said Jyoti with firm conviction. I nodded, but I had reservations still. "They have a power that can ensnare even me." Jyoti looked askance at me, and she grinned. The old garami had rallied the village outside, and I could hear them confer and begin a low chant amongst themselves. I didn't know if this was a summons for power, or s...
I finally sleep with the smell of that new book in my face. Only about twenty pages to go when my eyes closed forcefully with the light still on, the print blankets my face. Waking up where I left off some six hours earlier the story is finished. Supposedly a novel a day keeps the shrink wrapper away, my theory in high school. No, I do not want to meet with...
I was nervous, scratch that I was freaking terrified. What if something went wrong? What if the surgical robot made a mistake and I was left as a vegetable. No that wouldn't happen robots don't make mistakes in their programed routines. They can't however make judgement calls. That was the point of this procedure to turn a person into the brain of a network...
Stephanie was working late and alone in the small office when she heard the sound. The sound of the door opening. "Fuck," she thought to herself, "I thought I locked that door." She held her breath, listening. Was it a coworker? She was afraid to peek out of her office. She also had most of the lights down so it was possible if it was a trespasser, he wou...
Author's Foreword— This is part four of my Male Submissive series; check out the three previous postings here on Literotica. This is my sixth posting, so instead of me telling you the titles of everything else I've written, it'd be easier and quicker for you to visit my profile and check the archives. Feel free to vote and leave a comment. Enjoy! *...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * We were running late. We had intended to m...
I know this seems like an unlikely story, but it actually happened. In the interests of clarity, I have converted a foreign language to English. If I didn't most of you probably wouldn't be able to read half the story and I can assure you, I wouldn't be able to write it. My foreign language skills are abysmal. This story was told to me by a friend of mine (...