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A Gift From His Father Ch 28

Many thanks to my faithful editor Spirit02 for looking over this chapter and most of the others. * Thank you for sticking with my story. I have to admit when I began writing it I never imagined it evolving into more than ten chapters or so. As a result, there are a lot of characters and many subplots. I will try to give you more updates like this including updates on the characters to help you more easily follow the story, as a few of you have suggested. The early chapters were about John...

Falling Ch 11

An interlude, In which I am oblivious Jenny stared at the phone in her hand. ‘Well, shit,’ she said finally, after a moment of reflection. ‘If that’s your girlfriend, Linnea, she’s a raving bitch.’ She’d felt bad about the baggie of hair because it clearly meant so much to Linnea, but that girl had just been too naive in some ways, and much too trusting. Jenny had already lost her heart to the blonde, but that didn’t mean she was going to be a slut for just anybody. Unfortunately, it sounded...

A Day in High School male

The bus drops you off in front of the school and you follow the crowd of teenagers that moves towards the main building. It is almost 8.30 and your History class is about to start. You walk along the corridor and look at the girls you come across, not missing a glimpse of their legs which have been less and less covered as the days got warmer. Most of them are wearing short skirts now. As you walk along, you see Emily, a girl you fancy, taking a couple of books off her locker. She’s a petite...

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

Copyright © 2006 De Rozario Jesse All rights reserved. Portions of this document may not be reproduced through any means, including, but not limited to, scanning, uploading, reproduction, transmission, and distribution via the Internet or any other means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying or recording in any form, without express permission of the author. Any reproduction or redistribution of this document must be done wholly and in its entirety. * 1 Travis Born...

A Gift From His Father Ch 30

Thanks again to Spirit02 for his editing in record time! * John Smith — At the age of eighteen inherited ‘Ring of Power’, a magical ring, from his deceased father Dr. Zachary Smith. The ring endows its master with god-like powers such as mind reading, x-ray vision that makes clothes see-through, and the ability to alter the bodies and minds of others as well as himself. John has learned to heal people, convert others to work for him (referring to them as agents), the ability to be connected...

Skimming off the Top Ch 03

***Well, I have come across a story I wrote YEARS ago and while it is non-erotic, I am not sure if it is really that good…If I took the time to sit and edit and re-write, it might not be too bad of a story, but for shits and giggles I am going to post it, chapter by chapter. I am not looking for votes or feedback, but if you feel it necessary to do so, feel free…Also, please take a look at some of my other stuff (better stuff) and enjoy for what it is worth…*** * ‘Shut up!’ Sara screamed at...

Milo

I sat down to write an erotic story. It involved a bored couple that decided to find naïve young adults (18years +) and seduce them for the voyeuristic pleasure of the other partner. As I set up the backstory, Milo started to write his own autobiography through me. I was so charmed by the character I went with the flow. Also I was scared that Milo would pop off the page and punch me out – you’ll understand when you read the story. So there is no sex. Try one of my other stories. This story is...

Play Things II 1

I climbed aboard a substitute teacher at the end of the day, they don't have to stay after for any duties, and had her drive me to the house on Meadow Lark lane. Meadow Lark lane is a long, slightly winding street in an older part of the city. When built these were most likely middle income homes, but as the city grew around them, the large lots made them very valuable. Most, including my destination, had been remodeled to about 3 times their origional size, and now this area was one of the...

Leaving Home

(For Elizabeth) ‘Dad, I’m leaving.’ ‘Uh huh.’ ‘I mean I’m leaving home.’ ‘I know, son. Eventually.’ ‘No, what I mean is I’m leaving home like this weekend.’ ‘Oh. Well, you need to be clearer. As I always say, it’s incumbent upon the communicator to ensure the message sent is received and understood as intended.’ ‘Right. Got it.’ ‘Well, that’s clear enough. But you dismiss the point too readily. You’ll spend a lifetime trying to make yourself understood. Remember, wars have been fought...

Rusted Nails and Lost Memories

Without reading the other installments of the Man In Black, this may not make much sense. As always, there is much fact buried within the fiction. Which is which? I’m not always so sure… * It was one hell of a day for the kid. It was October the 10th, the day of his eighth birthday. He was standing on a milk crate, reaching for a cardboard box on the second shelf just beyond his grasp. He did not notice the man standing behind him with a big stick of stovewood in his hand. As the kid’s...

Sandy s Story

I’ll never know why I did it, Was I truly that unhappy with my life and marriage? Was I just bored out of my mind, sex seemed to be the only thing on my mind the last few years. And my husband could care less about it anymore. We did make love, but I got no satisfaction from it. I hardly ever had an Orgasm, and he always had his. Either I would give him head, which her truly loves. Or I would let him have his way, anyway he wanted. But even when he performed oral sex on me, I just seldom ever...

Just a Sin Away from Hell

( wrote for fun, like a lot of my short stories) When I stepped off the bus I could hear it. That soft sound of a saxophone, the low groan from the upright base, that metal on metal of a snare drum. All the rest hide under those three but when I listen I can just hear their ghosts drifting in the magnolia scented breeze. I walked toward the sound of the music of course. That’s what the use to say of the true heroes. They always went towards the sounds of the guns. Well, I’m no hero but I’ll...

Tre Lloyd Adventures Ch 12

As it turned out, I was the better part of a week recovering. The extent of my injuries was such that it took me that long before I could start to get up and around beyond walking to the bathroom and back without getting tired. Daily I would walk around more to build up my stamina. Soon I was able to make my way down to the library to read and study in my spare time. That week was also filled with more dreams of the goddess. Each of the dreams left me with more knowledge of magic as she...

A Journey to Reality The Sequel

Author’s note: Time travel has been the stuff of dreams for generations. It has been the basis of classic fiction (H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine), bad television (Time Tunnel) and popular films (Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, and, of course, the Back To The Future trilogy). Recently, a relatively new writer on Literotica, nyte_byrd, wrote an interesting time travel story called, ‘A Journey to Reality,’ in the Non-Erotic category. In her story, the narrator, a woman named Crystal, talks her...

Flash

‘My mom won it in a jitterbug contest when she was 20,’ she said, ‘and mom would never sell it.’ The older plump lady said to me, ‘My mom loved this old thing. She’d sit behind the wheel and remember when she was young and she was single, then put it back into the garage and it would sit there for another month.’ She laughed, ‘My dad cursed it because it ran so erratically, so it sat in the garage most of the time. Mom would get it out and clean it up once a month.’ As we walked out to the curb...

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