Part One Miranda Holmes locked the door of her small grey Ford car, straightened her grey skirt and checked her grey jacket in the reflection in the glass of the car door before she turned and walked up the short cracked and broken concrete pathway to the fading peeling blue painted door of Number Three, Alderman Lucas Drive, a boring ordinary Council house...
The referee held his gloved hand high in the air. The crowd was hushed as the ring announcer spoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this World Featherweight Championship Boxing Match to unify the title, by technical knockout, and still undefeated; Baby-face Jack Mc Coy." The crowd screamed in approval. Jack's trainer and manager Fred Marino wiped the b...
A note from the author: Once upon a time I lived in France, an interlude that gave me a special appreciation of many things French, including an admiration of French attitudes toward love and sex. Where else in the world can one find people who spend hours arguing about the fundamental nature of eroticism? So here is a French story, a story of some people in...
Thanks for your patience. This is another long chapter. I hope you enjoy it. ***** 1 Yumi Takahashi The first piece of technology to fail on Samothea was a rotivator that Yumi Takahashi repaired. Yumi could get none of the large old farming equipment to work, though Michio Nakatani sent her many replacement parts. She worked on a mechanical plough, a tra...
Freja & Jeanie Disclaimer: Welcome to Freja & Jeanie. This story is part of my larger story cycle, commonly known as "The Alexaverse." As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty-shots courtesy of Freja and Jeanie are directed at my long-suffering editor and Beta-reader, who makes sure my grammar is on point. Constructive reviews and critiques are w...
So this is what Love feels like I am rarely introspective; however it just seemed to be the right time to review my life. I did that when I first went to college and again when I commenced my full time Army service. I was soon to turn 30. As it would take me another hour to drive to my Aunt's place, now seemed the perfect opportunity. I turned off the radio...
((Authors Note - Please note that this is Adult Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify! I wasn't sure whether to post this into the Non-Consent section because there's a big element of that in here, but in the end decided that mostly this is about a woman who gets aroused and then goes through a series of 'unfortunate' circumstances. It's no...
The Gambler The style was called "Anguish." It was the latest fashion rage—dress your woman in haute-couture, bind her in some minor way, and then hurt her ...just a little ...just enough to draw out her beauty. It looked sophisticated when it was done properly, with a light touch. This definitely was not the case for the contract-girl across the aisle. H...
Authors Note: This is my 600 and final submission to Literotica. I have said before that I would stop at 100, then 200, 300, 400 and 500 but each time I continued on. I may return at later date but for now I want to take the time to read more of other author's submissions. This final story is devoted to the best sex partner I ever had, Cathleen. I have used...
The overland bus leaned into the mountainous turn, as if to give the passengers a better view at the steep mountain side. Desert dust, no plants, only a few large boulders pigmented the drab sight. Regardless, the class was cheery. The rare field trip let them see something other than a ruined city. Mountain peaks, drop offs, and large boulders were still a...