In the city of New York we found a fine jumble of buildings and people all, supposedly, under the control of a Scot who called himself Lord Sterling. Lord Chaos would have been better. By the time the British fleet arrived, probably half the city's population had fled and most of those who remained, other than the hundreds of harlots, certainly did not favor...
Below is my own personal diary. I started a week after I turned 18. It was meant then to be a record for myself of what I thought then would be the craziest week of my life. How wrong I was. I'm 19 now, and what you're about to read is how I slept with no less then 365 men in 365 days. A different man a day. As you'll soon see, sometimes I slept with men r...
Okay, I swear. Things are going to start kicking off now. Remember to let me know what you think. I'm really interested in getting better, so all input is appreciated, even the harsh stuff. * Jack finished loading in the last of his groceries and closed the door to the refrigerator. It had been later than he expected when he had finally come back to the ap...
"You sure you know where were going?!" Dornan shouted to Kali. "That's the fifth time you've asked me in the last hour!" Kali shouted back. "Stop worrying! I'm a tribal; I could find my way in the dark on a cloudy night!" "Sarge!" Quinn shouted, slowing the truck to a stop. Just outside the perimeter of the lights was a large pack of death claws. If they...
Will watched as Khalia and Drake walked out of the inn. He admired Khalia's ass and long shapely legs. "Drake sure is one lucky devil with that one," he thought. As his old friend and the night elf rode away on Drake's felsteed, Will heard something out in the courtyard. He shrugged off the women clinging to him and went to investigate. He saw a petite pries...
Author's Foreword— This is my sixteenth submission to Literotica and my first in the "Exhibitionist and Voyeur" column. All my short stories are set up for voting and comments; you are invited to leave your words of praise if you like what you read. Feel free to visit my profile to access the archive of my older postings. Enjoy! * * * * * * * * * *...
The following is based on true events. Names have been changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent. * Night slowly spread its velvet cloak across the mountain valley. As the evening's chill began to take hold, campfires began to sprout in the mountain valley. It was summer in the mountains, which meant the Medieval Recreation Group, or MRG, was at...
Hi all, izenrann here again. My muse was especially active this week, so I wrote the beginnings to TWO new series, after just finishing my first. Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Oh, yeah, writing smut, I forgot! Trying something different out this time (because life is full of new experiences!) which is growth from a male perspective. Ju...
Hello, and welcome to the twentieth, and final, issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all been about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback on the stories, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If y...
Crèvecoeur-en-Auge, France 1380 It had been a hard day of riding, but Jean de Carrouges was still far from his destination. He had hoped to reach his family estate at Campomesnil, but a late start, heavy morning rains and a brief and unexpected encounter with a pair of brigands had delayed the squire, leaving him in a foul mood. The weather this time of ye...