Thank you Susurrus for the help editing this monster. ***** Richard Michael Quail, Rich to his family and friends, Mr. Quail to his associates and adversaries, sat quietly at the round high top table beside his sexy, buxom wife and sipped on a fine 18 year old single malt scotch. They were both well dressed: she in an expensive blue designer dress which d...
PART SEVEN -- UNIMAGINABLE "Welcome to Chapter Seven of Underwear, the novel cycle with possibly the longest gestation period on Literotica. (I'm sure someone will correct me if that's not the case) I began writing these stories about three years ago and they're finally beginning to metamorphose into the series that readers have been demanding. A real, prop...
The first day I met him was the first day at my new high school. Oh boy, was that fun! Here I was, popular man on campus at my old school, Sacred Heart High School which is a huge institution —one of the largest Catholic prep schools in the country. I lived in Rancho Martinez, California in the heart of Orange County, and I had the world by the tail. I was...
'MORE FROM THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME' To counter the fear I find myself thinking regretfully of Ian. Wondering, what if I've offended him? Would it really have hurt so much to have indulged him, just a little? And there's the teasing element of sneaking curiosity as I lie there, still tensed, toying with myself. Bluntly I find myself wondering how bi...
[John Cleveland (1613-1658) was one of the most popular metaphysical poets in the seventeenth century, but later fell into obscurity until his work was rediscovered in the twentieth century. Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) was a contemporary. Both men were on the King's side in the English civil war. Cleveland was put in jail by Cromwell, Cowley went into exile...
* Mac left Liebacker's apartment and went back to Blunt's place. The coroner was gone and other then a tape outline of the body the place looked calm with no tale tail signs of the gruesome murder that had taken place hours earlier. After being in Liebacker's place for the two hours he was there, Blunt's place didn't feel so big or as ornate as it did befor...
I can see the headline: "Couple found strangled in paint aisle; home stager suspected." Ace Hoffman's shitty afternoon had bled into the evening, turning his mood sour and sharp. His last appointment of the day was supposed to be a simple design consultation, a first-time evaluation of the home with a list of suggestions. No heavy lifting, in and out in nin...
THE HEADBOY'S FAG - 1 THE FAG'S FIRST DAY AT OLLERTON COLLEGE A Homoerotic Story This is a short story concerning the the Head Boy's fag at an English public school called Ollerton College, located in a small county in the south west of England. The time is the early twentieth century, before the Great War, which changed so many things in England. But at...
Parts 1-6 of this story should be read first Chapter Thirty-seven: Sandro begins his second year at Camford I am not pleased with the author's portrayal of me, Sandro, during my first year as a student at Saint Boniface's College, Camford. He makes me seem a shy and naïve adolescent. So for the remainder of this story, the chapters about me will be written...
"There was a time when you believed in Magic," Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat's eyes of hers. "Believed in the land of the Summer people." I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch o...