This is the ending you've been waiting for, folks! I'll have more to say at the end, so for now I'll just note that I'm imagining the Frank Miller version of Vicki Vale for reasons that may be obvious. - As usual, Vicki Vale was dictating a column while standing around her penthouse wearing lingerie. Though she was alone, she sauntered as if she was on a c...
Eddie, Frank and Joel help the Deltas in the aftermath of the fire and are rewarded. ***** Despite being exhausted sleep was fitful for both couples staying at the Delta house. Frank and Margaret awoke to the sound of voices in the hall. "What time is it?" Margaret asked as she stretched weary, aching muscles. "I think it is about eight." "Jeez, you'd t...
"IN THE DARK" EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn *** The sun illuminated the city of San Francisco in the waning hours of the morning; it's citizens hurrying to and from the home and office. Their business and commerce being of chief importance, lives so thoroughly involved with self that they rarely had time to stop and think of o...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
I want to send out my thanks to all of those who have read my stories. I especially appreciate the kind and encouraging comments, and yes, even the votes. This chapter is a continuation of a growing relationship, so for a better understanding of some of the background I suggest starting from the first chapter and working through, as always this is the reader...
Foreword: Ok, this isn't what I usually write in this category. No, it isn't a cucktale, and will probably piss off the cucks and wife sharers big time. Ask me if I give a shit. :) This one could go in several different categories, but I'm publishing it in LW. You've been warned. I officially relinquish any responsibility for any complaints that come my...
Prologue The following is not a tale of the imagination, although it probably ranks alongside fictional accounts you may read in Literotica. Of course you are at liberty to decide if the subsequent narrative is true or not after you have read it; no assurances from me that it is true would make any difference to how you come to your verdict, you will judge...
FOR THE FIRST COUPLE OF DAYS after she got back from her ten-day vacation, Alexandra had a lot of conversations with other women in the office about shopping, food, the clothes she bought, and the entertainment she and Jack had seen. It was not until Wednesday evening that she had private time with Fred. She came into his office after everybody had left an...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. This story c...
Saturday evening, Christmas Eve A squeal from the counter took the attention of them both, they turned as one to see the fat tea lady rush over to congratulate them. Romantic occasions such as this belonged to swanky restaurants under candlelight and the sound of violins, these moments were in short supply for dingy tea rooms next to a shabby commuter tube...