A beat up, half dead Datsun B210 raced down the highway, its engine whining like an old sewing machine with a brick on the foot pedal, leaving behind a blue smokescreen in its wake. The steering wheel shook so badly that the young woman in the driver's seat had to keep her fingers wrapped tightly around it, white knuckled and hanging on for dear life just to...
Chapter Eleven Her air commanded Quentin to do most of what she wanted. Lovie was ardent with her attention to him but still ordered him to her will. In honesty, he was in shock to everything all at once. She came in like a viral bomb and set off a contagious explosive excitement that mounted each second. Signs like her nonexistent dress, her sexy new look,...
Part Sixteen: Checkmate Chapter Fifty-Five LEVERIA I awoke to an explosion. Metal screeched, then banged, and I was suddenly hurled from my bed, and smashed into a wall. My head smacked against the stones, my teeth clicked, and whatever sleepiness remained left in my brain was shot out with a concussive thud. My blurred vision made out a pair of orange e...
Part 1 of 2 "Your time has expired. Please deposit additional funds or vacate the unit." The polite voice repeated in Spanish, Japanese, and Canto. The buzzer that followed immediately after was a stark contrast—a dissonant series of tones developed to be especially irritating. The Kiroshi's chrono down in the left corner of my field of vision read 14:27....
Author's note: Welcome to the third chapter of Two Thousand and Ten - the tale of a year in the life of two friends from a seaside town in southern England. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that the following chapter is purely a work of fiction, my character names are chosen totally at random, and no resemblance to any person (living or d...
This is my vision of the ending to Troubador's story "How High a Price." If you haven't already read that interesting work it would help greatly to do so before reading this one. I have attempted to stay true to the character personalities as Troubador originally described them. I HAVE added events and actions that suited me and my vision of what the story s...
I spent one long year struggling in art school after graduating high school. When that didn't work out, something about me not being good enough, I spent the next two years finding out that the military wasn't my cup of tea either. Using my hard won G.I. benefits I came back home and enrolled in a three-year architectural drafting school, which I really love...
This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the seventh chapter in an interracial cuckold story. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I encourage you to do so, but I'm confident you'll enjoy it as a standalone too. The use of the "n" wo...
Author's note: I believe this whimsical tale best fits the category of Magical Realism; alas, although such a category exists in the broader world of literary genres, Magical Realism is not a choice available for submissions at Literotica. I have chosen to place this story in the Humor & Satire category, as I am hoping the dear reader will find the absur...
"Come on... how do I work this stupid magic?" Tarquin mumbled to himself as he waved his branded hand in front of the bowl of water. Ne'shita had told him to summon her when he had specific questions about something, but it was the first time that he'd actually tried. He was standing within the room of a cheap, yet well up-kept inn. He had no idea how many...