Note: Again what has been proven is the infinite patience of my readers. Gratitude for your kind thoughts! ---------- It was late afternoon and Claire was sitting in the front row of the symphony hall, watching Sebastien put the orchestra through its paces with Stravinsky. Her sketchbook was balanced on her knee, but she hadn't drawn so much as one line....
“May and December: The Journal of Bleu_Light_Special” My life has changed so much since my introduction to womanly passion in the arms of my beloved Amora (Bisexual Awakenings: The Journal of Bleu_Light_ Special). It’s hard to believe that almost a year has gone by since our tearful parting on the shores of Cholla Bay. So much has passed my way since then…s...
Cat hated to fly. Rather unusual for a former space flight engineer. Flight simulators were okay, but she just didn't trust the commercial airline industry. Probably a result of listening to disgruntled aeronautical engineers and mechanics complaining about how much they hated their employers. Oh and lets not forget the pilots who sit in airport lounges drin...
37 Lis was slipping on her navy blue Jimmy Choo pumps when she first heard the noise outside her front door. She figured that one of her neighbors must have been moving something big into their residence as she checked herself out in the full length mirror. She was wearing a navy blue business suit and she knew she looked good in it. The skirt was a bit lon...
CHANGING LIFE CHAPTER 1 By SwMoHermit Jack Johnson took off work at noon on Thursday, July 3. He was going to be on vacation for the week after the fourth and intended to enjoy the holiday weekend and his vacation to the max. Jack almost ran from his office to his eight year old Ranger 4X4 extended cab pickup. Most of his camping and fishing gear was alre...
[Note: By Lifting Winds Forgot and The Ceremony of Innocence precede this tale. If you've not read these two this story will make no sense at all.] +++ Time, Like A River: The Voyage From Driftwood III Part I: They called for the harp – but our blood they shall spill Byron, By the Waters of Babylon – from The Hebrew Melodies ◊◊χ...
It had begun in the Supermarket. Chris, as usual, had been people watching over a cup of coffee. Being his own boss and relatively wealthy, both work and the media being anathema to him he found a little excitement in his otherwise mundane life by watching other people, looking for signs of intelligence and in particular, loneliness. He would sit there pret...
Special thanks to CheerSmartie526 my editor. This is my story but she helped it make sense, without her this would not be possible. I cannot say enough about how great she has been to work with! * James entered the dining room and moved towards the seat at the head of the table. He looked at those assembled. They included his co-host Peggy, a tall white w...
CHAPTER 1 Dick coughed and spat a disgusting blob of greenish mucus, missing my boot by a bare inch. "This is it, pardner!" I was stunned beyond words. My eyes searched the old, rotting house standing in front of me. Window shutters, once obviously night sky blue now faded, were hanging off as if the place itself had just been beaten by a hurricane. The si...
DISCLAIMER: The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the...