[Some of you have never known a man like Tank. I had the privilege. Perhaps this story of fiction mixed with events and feelings quite real will give you a glimpse into what Tank meant to me. I'm putting the story in Romance because from 1968 on it really was love.] * Weather.com gave me the bad news. The drive to Tank's funeral wasn't going to be fun. The...
Author's note; First I want to apologize for the length of time it has taken since "Merry Little Christmas" was published until now. I completed this about mid January. I sent it to my editor who never got back to me.Shortly thereafter, I got fed up with my girlfriend and we parted ways. Also some of my stuff parted ways.....like my PC. Luckily I was able to...
This is the last part. Yes it's a novel. I hope you're hanging in there. ***** Chapitre Quinze. Jack's story continues. My mind transitions back to the present, where we first started our journey. So here I sit in my living room deep in thought and reliving the past. I pick up and examine 'that' erotic horrific picture once more; the one of us three sta...
This is the finale of the story. I apologize, but this part is longer than the first three. I had originally intended to split the story into five parts, but I couldn't find a good point where the events had a natural divide and the last two sections would be roughly of equal length. Rather than pick an artificial split and leave everyone off-balance, I dec...
June 7th, 1996 Mark "The Tank" Lawson walked across the stage to receive his high school diploma with his classmates. His family cheering in the stands, as he raised his hand in the air making a fist. As he took his seat, waiting for the remaining students to receive their diplomas, and the speeches to conclude, he reminisced about his life so far. His moth...
My name is Jamie. I am 19 years old. This is the story of what happened to me Halloween one year ago. It was the last week of October and the leaves had turned brilliant shades of orange, red and yellow. The nights were getting cooler. Everything you could imagine was pumpkin flavored. Usually I get psyched for this time of year but things were different f...
Author's Note: This is the final part of Finding Home. Lacey and Noah are spread thin after a difficult year. When the turmoil becomes too much, they have to make a choice: risk everything, or run away again. While Finding Home can be enjoyed on its own, it is a sequel to the original story, Runaway, and its epilogue Waking Up. The story will be posted in...
(Ash and introducing Kitten) One It had been a typical morning on the farm. Up for training in the arena, all of my ponies getting a good workout around the track and in the weight room. A long hot shower and a fun creative little nap with Sarabeth afterward that left me feeling mellow and content. I'd left her asleep in my bed and gone on into my office t...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
Suggested by the story GUY LINE by Olderneighbor I had never considered myself a slut. I'd had my share of sexual adventures in school, sure, including the loss of my virginity to a friend's brother when I was 14, and a few misadventures at parties and at bars, and in dorm rooms during college, but no one ever called me loose, no one ever wrote filth about...