Meagan called me into her office for two reasons. First to let me know that her time was up in the Paris office; the second reason was to tell me that I had a meeting with the prospect in Nice this Wednesday. "Walt it has been great working with you and you have a done an excellent job here. Keep up the good work and I'm sure that you will be made partner w...
Another Castle based story. This one is quite different from the others I've written as in the show Alexis is a woman, but in this Alexis is a guy. The story contains gay sex, something I've actually never written about before (which was kinda the reason for picking this story idea TBH, so I'm a little more nervous submitting this story than others. Thank y...
The thought had crossed my mind before, but here I sit a middle-aged housewife with two children and the perfect suburban home, with a story to tell you. Women like me do not have thoughts like this. Women like me don't dream about 5-6-7 guys going at her. Filling her pussy with their thick, rock hard cocks and blowing cum all over their pretty little tits b...
Harry Parker lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. He hadn't slept well and his head ached and he felt more dead than alive. It was a large king size bed in a large modern apartment. It was also empty save for him. He was forty eight, twenty pounds overweight, tired, angry and alone. His greying hair was plastered to his forehead and neck. He needed a haircu...
The lovely female musicians were all of a similar beauty. They had been chosen by the sultan with the care and vanity of a teamster assembling a match-set of chariot horses. Dark-haired, olive-skinned, large-eyed and full-lipped. Each dressed in flowing white robes, with gold hems. As they played their strings, cymbals, and pipes from their golden shell al...
Acknowledgement: The main theme is an inspiration of Ms Pooja Chaudhary's story: A PLEASANT VISIT. I am indebted to her. Background: This story is written against the South Asian backdrop, staged in the largest port and city of Pakistan: Karachi. Urdu is widely spoken language in Pakistan and is almost identical to Hindi spoken in India except the script. E...
It was Halloween and I was excited. I love Halloween; more specifically, I love dressing up for Halloween. I typically spend all year planning my costume, leading up to the big night when I would go out with my husband and our friends for a night on the town. This year I had dressed up as a British policewoman, with a short black pencil skirt, knee length b...
"I don't care where the boy's worked, or who he's worked with! D'ya get that, Bennie?! He could be Johnny fucking Cash and it wouldn't excuse this shit. I wouldn't care if he was rookie enough to make this kind of amateur error. I work with your studio because your studio is professional, and...and sonically effective. This...recording is too nice a word...i...
OK, here's the deal. Dennis has been bugging my ass to fill in the gap at the end of my story, the part before I moved back and started the relationships that lead to the present day (2005). That way everything is tied up and we can bring all our stories together (including our meeting with another future Literotica author. Talk about fucked-up coincidences...
One night back when I was a youngster, my parents rented All the President's Men. I got so inspired watching Woodward and Bernstein unravel the Nixon White House that I decided there and then I wanted to work for a newspaper when I grew up. The idea of becoming a crusading reporter taking on the corrupt establishment motivated me to set my sights on Columbia...