Kelly sat at her computer concentrating. Her story had come to a standstill. She knew where she wanted to go with it. Well, sort of anyway. But now she had nothing. The details that had been so clear on the last page were now blank. A tiny voice from her past kept telling her, "Draw on your experiences and memories!" But she couldn't conjure up any specter...
I still haven't a clue how our HR manager Susan Brockhouse had arranged the outing. A lot of elaborate thinking and organizing skills must have been put into it. The director of our corporation, Pete Hasler, had apparently given Susan the order to make sure that every single one of the employees showed up. Not a small task considering the character of the ev...
You have to love fantasy. If you didn't, you probably wouldn't be here. Fantasy takes our minds places they might not go in every day life. Fantasy takes us out of the dull and mundane and transforms us into a brave new world. Fantasy gets the juices flowing, the mind exploring and acts like a space ship finding a new star system. Many stories on Literotia...
Sorry it took me so long to get this submitted. I was trying to find the name of mythical creature for a future chapter and couldn't find it with all the mexican claptrap of all the "we are Aztec or Mayan because we live in the same place they did" stuff. Anyway ANY and ALL constructive comments are always welcome. Even if I don't say so in a story heading....
This story was written by myself on another site under the pen name of "Col. Jack Harrison". I was jolted out of my slumber by a telephone call. I got up and saw a number that I dialed before on my caller ID. I had a headache, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from answering THIS call. It was from the head of the Republican Front's South Charleston br...
I didn't really want to do the horrible Lovett County dirt roads in the dead of night so I called it quits while there was still a faint sliver of light in the sunset, and I bid everyone a fond farewell and remarked that I would certainly return when I could, probably in another two weeks or so. As expected, I was rather late getting home and Wanda loudly c...
"I don't know why this girl does this to you, Enrique, she must be just trying to make you suffer," said Zelia, as she sat down with him on the sofa and ran her fingers through his long curly locks. It was nearly midnight and Zelia and I were in bed asleep when he called. Again his girl, Lupita, would not give him the object of his desire, claiming that it w...
It happened about twenty years ago, and it was, quite simply, the most intense sexual experience of my life. (Please allow me the courtesy of having changed names, not identifying the locale and dialogue as I remember it) I lived with my divorced mother a mile or two from where the suburbs gave way to the country, and right next to a small Baptist church. R...
This is the tenth episode in the Mrs. Wentworth series of stories. It follows after Mrs. Wentworth and Stephen. I'm sorry for the long break between this and the last episode. I got busy and I'm still trying to figure out exactly where to take the characters. I am always grateful for ideas and suggestions and comments and I reply to anyone who uses the feedb...
Part 8 — Discovery Another day, another shock. "Her name's Katrina." Sally felt an icy chill up her back. "What does she look like?" "Oh nice, can't deny that, I have a photograph." "Not of them at it I hope?" "Well, sort of... yes." "Let me see." And there they were; her ex boyfriend fucking her friend Katrina; it wasn't possible to make any other c...