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The word that describes my life best - fucked. Every time I try to sort out the good parts from the bad, I always come to the same conclusion. My husband left me almost a year ago. Married years, thank god there were no children. I'd won in the divorce, but I have to work still. I love my job though. I'd stood on the bridge several other times, usually lat...
Kenji Sukiyaki's hands trembled as he pushed the doorbell to the Human Relations suite of offices. His knees trembled almost as badly as his arms. He felt great shame at what he had done. He was only a humble salaryman. How would he feed little Sashimi, Sake and Miso if he lost his job at the Yukio Mishima Corporation? The door was opened by an archetypical...
Conchita Vega. I sat perched on the seat at the helm of our boat. The wind was being kind to us for a change, making steering a course south-eastwards much easier. Waya climbed up the steps from the cabin, waving to me as he went forward. Waya Collins. He was right about being older than my own father, but he was just such a hunk of a man. I knew from hi...
Sandra stood on the dock extending out over Lake Alexander watching the sunrise though the morning fog. Her crutches rested gently under each arm, a short tee shirt covered her upper body to just below her otherwise bare breasts, and a small thong of a bikini bottom hid little, and the legless left hip was smoothly shaped as she had always dreamed it should...
Welcome readers. It has been a few years since I have posted, due primarily to an accident which resulted in the necessity for several operations to correct problems. Between hospital time and rehab, I have not really been in the right frame of mind to write stories that Literotica readers would appreciate. I hope to correct that with this offering. This i...
Chapter three Wilburn's Dilemma "Wilburn I need to see your phone," Silvia said holding out her hand., letting her eyes welcome him to the team, as he gave her his phone. She hit a few keys let his phone touch her phone for a super secure touch only transfer of files. She handed Wilburn his new phone, "a bit of an up-grade on your old one." While Sylvia e...
(This series is only loosely based on facts surrounding the Gettysburg campaign of 1863. None of the major characters are intended to represent any real persons. Units, corps, and other battle-related facts are not meant to exactly mirror the actions of either army at Gettysburg.) June 30, 1863 Cashtown, PA Jack Campbell was on the march again. The 102nd...
If you were to disappear, well, if you were to go away is probably a more appropriate term, would anyone miss you, would anyone care? What would happen if you decided to give up your life, to walk away from everything that you know, everyone you know and love, and become someone else, something else. In the case of Bob Gibson, that is exactly what he had to...
Chapter Eleven: The Groundskeeper's Cottage I'd been dozing for some time in Aries' arms, enjoying the late morning sun on my bare legs and the regular rise and fall of his chest beneath my head, when he put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Hey. You still sleepy?" "Not too sleepy," I sighed, with cream-cat contentment. "Feel like going for a...