This is the first part of a long story hence, its publication in the Novels and Novellas section of Lit. I hope to publish a new part every three weeks or so and I look forward to hearing from anyone that reads it. Eighteen fifty seven had not been a good year for Missus Amanda Williams. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her...
The new studio was everything we could ask for. It became a sort of clubhouse for the growing circle of friends we'd accumulated. With the bowling alley, we had a guaranteed time-killer when things were slow. And Chris and I found an old jukebox at a flea market that an electronics whiz-kid friend restored to play CD's, giving the place even more of a retro-...
Views from the bathroom window while waiting for that memorable Chili, Pizza, Doritos and beer dinner feeling to go away. * The house stood high atop a bluff overlooking the Okanogan river and the little town of Jessup. The long dead builder's vision of grandeur placed it dangerously near the edge of the high bluff. Only a wooden fence five feet high stood...
Sarah's body had simply had enough after her extended session with the depraved lumber baron and one of her fellow "trainees"...her nude body swayed gently in the training and punishment car, dangling by her shackled wrists. Hours passed, and it was near dark before the ruthless rail baron's private rolling dungeon slowed to a stop. Sarah heard the usual sta...
Beep. Beep. Beep. Tap tap. Ding. Those were the sounds Julia was ever so familiar with. She had been working at the local grocery store for 6 months, and could ring up a customer blindfolded. It was a usual closing shift for Julia: cashier, clean bathrooms, fill the soda coolers, and mop the floors. She had completed all but one of her tasks, when the sudd...
Welcome to a special Halloween episode of Literotica Sexual Theater 3000! We embark from our houses dressed as goblins and princesses, filled with joy and merriment -- only to discover that there are no treats awaiting us, only the cruel trick that is this stinky story. What do you get when you mix together the peanut butter of bitterness with the chocolat...
It was early morning with the autumn light shining behind the barge as I followed the westerly flow of the canal through the sleepy housing estates with only the occasional dog walker or jogger wrapped up against the frost awake at this hour. I cruised on past Haslam Park and soon entered the open countryside of the Fylde. Great flocks of starlings swirled...
Chapter One: Covenant of Wolves "Goddamn, I hate these fucking cum shot posers!" Millie tapped a spiked heel against the concrete. Loud music thumped not too far from where she and a half a dozen others stood waiting for admittance to the club. "Move it you fucking asshole! They're playing Combichrist!" Some in the line looked at her oddly, wondering no d...
The barbecue sizzled and made the kind of smells that only his father-in-law was able to produce from the thing. Jeff was one of the few men he knew, himself included, that was actually able to cook food on the things without the usual drama, and with the added benefit of the food actually tasting excellent. His children frolicked in the garden with his in-...
Aylin didn't want to go home today. She didn't want to go home because she had messed up badly and had decided to confess the fact to her husband, Eric, before he had to ask about it. He had promised to punish her when he got home from work, and had given her careful instructions about how she was to prepare herself for him. So, although she had brought this...