The more I learn of Ambrosia Ranch, Anya, the more I think I should regret. I don't know what I've gotten myself into. I should be terrified. I should be looking for a way out. But I can't shake this feeling... I think there's a part of me that thinks this might finally be something worthwhile I can do with my life. And part of me is terrified of that other...
Helen's heart sank as the shop door opened and Brian strode in, smiling confidently. He hadn't been around for several weeks, now, and she had dared to hope, maybe, that ...... But his opening words dashed her optimism. "Hello, my darling niece," he leered. "And how are you today?" Helen's flesh crept as she felt her uncle's eyes examine the swell of her...
"The Evil of Hammond House" by Patrick Donovan © 1996 - Black Angora Press Introduction & Disclaimer This story is not like my others and I debated for some time as to whether or not I should release it. HAMMOND HOUSE does contain the same kinds of detailed passionate and romantic lovemaking people have come to associate with my writing, but...
Sitting down at her computer in her big leather chair, for the first time since graduation, Angel feels an instant tension building inside her. Thoughts of those long tedious nights composing paper after paper, trying to keep her 3.89 average through her master’s program, playing on her mind. She shudders, and shrugs off the temptation to run from the room,...
Having arrived at the motel a full two hours before our agreed-upon time in order to check in and arrange the room to my own preferences, I found myself quite nervous about what might come to pass in the next few hours. As I checked the bathroom, the shower enclosure, the closet area and the furniture for unattractive and unwanted dirt and stains, I realized...
I put a story on literotica called A Moment in Time a year or more ago. A number of readers were so kind as to ask me to finish it, and I decided that doing so would enable to revisit some of my favourite characters from The Sacred Band. So here it is. Please refresh your memory of part one. It won't take long. Thank you, Colin the dogg for kindly reading a...
She sat alone in the dark. A street-lamp below the window of her sixth-floor apartment's front room scattered some incidental light against the open drapes and threw a vague pattern on the ceiling, but very little of its illumination was able to penetrate the deep shadows of the room. There was only the orange glow of her cigarette, a winking ember floatin...
Alfred Nemirow rubbed his throbbing dick tentatively, and gave Fanchon an imploring look. His wife of three years was impervious to such looks,but Alf tried anyway. He looked down at the steaming Starbucks cup, and then checked the mirrors of the Mitsubishi Galant...was anyone looking? God knows no one wanted to catch Kissler Systems's head Accounting and F...
4:59 'click' Hendrick turned off the alarm on his antique liquid crystal display clock radio. It's how he starts every day. Discipline. The way he was raised. Shut it off before the five AM wake up time. Just because of the shut down there is no reason to get lazy. He actually can get an extra hour of work in at his home office. A year ago Vera solved his...
The tapping of my heels hit the wooden floor with purpose; I was controlling the room. From the time I entered I held the attention of every man in the lounge. Walking into lounges during peak hours I avoided with great restraint. I had to this time I was making an exception this time. Scott was as sexy as he had impressed me with his demeanor during our o...