There was a frantic knock on the door. I opened one eye and looked at the clock. "Who the hell would need me at 4 o'clock in the morning?" I asked. I sat up in bed. Actually, it was not a bed. It was more of a cot with a thin mattress on top. I looked around at my apartment as the knocking on the door continued. Actually, it was not a real apartment. It w...
This story was inspired in part by a Japanese movie, "Bus Full of Blonde." It is placed in the Mature section, as the relationships are consistently May/December; more specifically, younger ladies seducing older men. All of the characters are at least eighteen. I do hope you like it! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Delta Nu was probably the most popular so...
Chapter 6 -- Loose Ends Have Beginnings Bret found Dave cooking omelets on Sunday morning. He was laughing as he approached the cooking area Dave normally used for his morning service to his fellow Circle members. He said, "What did you do to my wife?" Dave smiled, "Good morning. I assume she's all right?" "Oh, she's better than all right. I don't know th...
Note to Reader: While you can read this story on its own, it will make much more sense if you go back and read Chapter 1 first as it picks up immediately from the ending of that chapter. This is only my second submission to Literotica, and this is the first time I've taken advantage of the volunteer editor program. Huge thank you to alalu777 for all of the h...
Chapter 1: A Job Lalana Sukha stepped out of the van a looked up at the mansion that towered over her menacingly. It was a huge, gothic building that was dripping with ornate stone and unforgiving iron fixtures. The windows looked like tiny slits that didn't appear as though they would allow enough light to fill a small bathroom. To Lalana the mansion and i...
This is not a story in which the characters get what they deserve. Nor is it a good vs. evil morality tale. If that's what you seek, you'll be better served elsewhere. It's a story about people (of the fictional kind: I made them up, so they don't act like you or me), and the wonderful and terrible things they sometimes do for and to each other. And of cours...
by Phillip Johnson Chapter Twenty Five When Buck and Anita arrived, they shared their usual quick embrace and a glancing kiss on the cheek before Laura said, "You know I think you even look more relaxed." "I feel relaxed and yet energized." "And you Mitch, how did you survive Layla's shopping?" "I actually got into it and had a great time. I like to t...
This story cannot be read in five minutes. If you are not interested in the development of characters and their situations, then, probably, this story is not for you. If you dislike long stories that build to a crescendo--rather than start with one--then this story is not for you. If you have read any of my other stories and didn't enjoy them, then this stor...
"I'm proud of you, son." Chance Petersen had never heard those words from his father before in all the 26 years he'd been alive. It wasn't that there weren't opportunities to say them, his father had just never felt that anything his son had done was good enough to merit his doing so. But now that he was extremely ill, his entire outlook had changed. Wayne...
© 2019, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Betsy stood next to her station wagon, parked in its familiar space on the concrete pad of the two-car carport attached to the side of their new home. Her heart raced; her mind filled with thoughts of how the weekend was going to go. She had it all mapped out in her head; the only thing missing being Dar...