This is the first chapter of a story based on real life, about a crime that happens all too often. I am going to put it under romance because that is where the story is going to end up. I hope so anyway. Please let me know how you feel about it. Life can be such a bitch, and then sometimes it gets better. Life as a rural cop is never dull I reflected as I...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (9 min/mp3) * * * * * It was nine at night and I had just gotten out of the shower, my body still wet with beads of fresh water. I was feeling refreshed and looked forward to just relaxing the rest of the night. I was contemplating going on the net to my favorite erotic story site. I had a tingling in my nuts and going on L...
Is This What You Wanted? I received the attached pic of my wife on Tuesday in my e-mail with the following note attached: "You were right! I do enjoy a strange cock. I'll call you tonight." Love Bren She had gone to a business conference in southern California on Thursday of last week and was to return this coming Friday night. When I first viewed the...
LL 6 Real Life Intervenes ****This story picks up where LL 4 left off except this time life isn't as perfect as either of them would want it to be. ****** Another two weeks had gone by and they had both been busy, so much so that there were days that went without any calls or even e-mail between them. That was something new for them and it only served to...
Sitting atop a mountain, I gaze at the world below. With eyes far sharper than those of any man, I see every man and woman living on the planet. I remember the halcyon days when there weren't that many of the hairless beasts walking upright. How I loathe the whole lot of them. Time after time, I whispered suggestions into their minds and time after time they...
The following days rather blur together in my memory. Partly this is because that night, and several of the following nights, I got relatively little sleep. I worked, instead, long hours complying with Her instructions. I cleaned the master suite of all of my personal possessions, preparing it to be the Mistress's Suite. I ran a number of errands after work,...
Christine left the hotel and went to her car. It was not yet dawn but she could feel the upcoming change between night and day. She got into her car, opened her purse, and removed her cell phone. She didn't bother to check it but just dropped in between her thighs. She started her car and sat for a moment, thinking about the nights events. She couldn't belie...
My name is Emma Knocks, but you can call me Noxxie. At least, that's what the sign on my door says. Noxxie is what most of my clients call me. But they're not compelled to. Some of them call me a whore or a slut. Some call me a toilet, a urinal, a trash can or dustbin, a Zender or a Vaginbond. It doesn't matter to me. I'm Noxxie to me, and I'm the wildest o...
Tim the toolman Talor opened the front door and hung up his toolbelt on the coathanger. –Tiiim! Don’t put that ugly thing there! Jills shrill voice came in from the kitchen. –Put it out in the garage, with all your silly tools. Tim raised his eyebrows. –Silly? Tim shook his head and rested his hands on his hips. Honey, a mans tools are an extention of hi...
Samantha was a lonely, single 26 year old woman in Michigan who had been on Literotica for quite a few years. One night, Samantha decided to post a personal ad on the Literotica bulletin board. The ad didn't have anything enticing other than looking to talk with a nice man. It wasn't long that Samantha had received a response to her ad. This ad was answered...