© Daniel Quentin Steele 2011 #################### THE CLEAN UP CREW -- SECRETS Here's the latest chapter of WWWM. My thanks once again to Curiousss for his hard work on editing, which I definitely think has improved the story. Believe it or not, the next chapter will not be long in coming. It's already written and Curiousss is laboring on it as this is p...
I wanted us to digest our food for a while before we did anything strenuous, so I asked her what kinds of shows she liked. I was pleasantly surprised when she named some of my favorite shows. I changed the settings on the DVR and selected my saved programs. I selected one of the comedy shows she had mentioned, and we continued to watch in our comfortable sil...
Special thanks go to Literotica member, Smoothed for his help with editing. Note: this is a story that involves a man with a foot fetish. If this subject does not appeal to you, please find one that does. ***** "I'm gay? You told your new boyfriend I'm gay?! Come on Rachel. Seriously?" Bill couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I had to, Bill! There wa...
Sarah pulled her new key out of her pocket as she lugged her suitcases off the elevator, shoving them down the hall to her suite. She smiled to herself when she saw the door already propped open, her suitemates apparently already having arrived. "Hello!" she called as she pushed open the door and stepped inside, looking around. The apartment was pretty nice...
Part Eight December 1939 – The Bore War The hut was freezing despite the efforts of the pot-bellied stove that glowed cherry red in the darkness. David groaned as he woke and someone snapped on the lights. "All right you lot, hands off cocks and on with your socks. Let's be having you, gentlemen! Parade outside, working dress, twenty minutes." The door s...
CHAPTER 1 "What's the job?" Vague gray eyes took in prospective the man they had considered for the job. His resume was impressive. Years of military experience that toughened his exterior, even killed off his feelings for the enemy, showing no mercy. He was dishonorably discharged after nine years of devotion to his country, lending himself as a free ag...
I'd like to thank everybody who gave feedback on the first part and apologize that it took so long to upload this second part. This story ended up being WAY longer than I initially planned so it took me longer to than I expected to write it. Didn't mean to keep you waiting. To the people who found the rape and violence distasteful, I'm sorry you didn't enjoy...
The worst part of my job is the waiting. You have to be patient to be a detective since things cannot be rushed. Stakeouts are a classic example. Another example is waiting for somebody to come through your door to ask for your services. "Come through your door" is of course a metaphor for any manner of inquiries: website inquiries, email, text, Facebook, wh...
*Author's Note: I received a very warm email quite some time ago from a reader who said she loves reading my May-December romance stories primarily because she's an 'older' woman who married a much-younger man. After contacting her and discussing it, she gave me permission to provide their ages and how they met as well as some other basic personal informatio...
On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...