1949 -- In the beginning Prologue Julia Monroe leans her forehead against the window of the railroad car, her mind barely registering the scenery streaming by. As a young teenager, on her way home from the boarding school, she was fascinated by it, imagining all sorts of wonderful stories set on fantastical worlds. This time, Julia is thinking of a very di...
The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to...
Eva Lily Rockmore * Oh, fuck! That hurt. I looked into the enraged blue eyes of my lover, shooting wary glances at the perfectly manicured hand that was still partially raised in the air. My left cheek was sore where she'd hit me and I wondered absently if it would leave a bruise. Monica's chest was heaving, the indecently large mass of her breasts push...
This is a continuation of 'The New Assistant' and 'The Artist and the Cop.' It does not matter if you've not read the other stories, but it might help a little. There is a tragedy at the very start of this story which is about a grieving woman and her young friend. Then it becomes a simple love story. It includes two people who are under eighteen at the begi...
Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the moment Mr. Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning. He was one of the original founders of the law firm where she worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary, Brandon, Fields, and O'Connor. In his late seventies, he now spent most of his time wande...
*Author's Note: This is a long one; it will be broken into 3 installments. Do not ask me when the next one is coming; it will come out as soon as Literotica approves it. As always, thank you for reading my stories. Chapter 1 Paula Lambert looked carefully around, around the parking lot in the rear of the Dead End Bar. Seeing no one lurking in the area,...
Chapter 8 "Wish Clark's was open," Paula admitted as she ushered them into the kitchen. "Two o'clock in the morning?" Terry asked sleepily. "Yeah," Paula sighed. "Only thing I hate about living in this itty bitty town; nothing's open after the sun goes down." "Uh huh," Terry smiled. "And it's always so damned hard coming down after a rough one like toni...
The Lamb And The Shepherdess: An Harmonic Convergence "Human beings are "arrows shot out in time and space to catch the impossible." - Peri Rossi "Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it." - Hebrews 13:2 Chapter One: The Hostess Body 1 An Excerpt From The Super Pr...
More than most of my stories, I owe a debt of gratitude to my editors, Terry and Snow. They did much more than just check spelling. Both of them helped to refine and improve the story. This is the first story where I substantially rewrote it once I had a version done. That turns out to be quite a bit harder than writing it in the first place. In particular,...
****** This is about two women, but it's a little bigger than that. You won't see it in here much, but it's a part of a much larger story that I'm working on. That one's going to have to be a novella. One of the nice things about Lit is that you can usually find a category that you'd like to read. But the world isn't like that. The main story will have...