The log cabin home was up, but so many things still needed to be done. Every morning the propane heater was on in the single large room of the house, and ice was treacherous on the road to town. Mornings were dark, and getting darker as October turned into November. Maya and I shared our body heat and laughed at the others trying to wiggle closer under the...
It was fucking ridiculous!! I, the most infamous living New Yorker, had a fan page of my own on the net. Thousands of 'devout followers' logged in every day to share their thoughts on me. Some called me a Messiah; others said I was 'the coolest guy in New York'. There were even those who wanted to meet me, those who wished to come with me on those nights....
What follows is our joint submission for the "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover" challenge. Some of you who are older (ancient) may recognize that this submission was inspired by the classic Hollywood film "It Happened One Night." Which means that we changed the characters, swapped the sexes, seriously altered the plot, and wrote a whole new story, but we thoug...
Brooklyn I listened to the purring of the phone. Tara wasn't known for being an early riser. It was five p.m. in Chicago, three p.m. in Los Angeles, so she should be up by now. "May I help you?" a female voice asked, but not Tara's. I rolled my eyes. Tara either wasn't up or one of her entourage was still screening her calls for her. "Brooklyn Lancaster t...
(Saturday night, Las Vegas strip) I've only been to Vegas twice - once last weekend and once right now. The first time, I didn't even want to go, only going to shut up my best friend Chaz, who's more than a little reckless. He set up a bachelor party under the guise of going to Cleveland to misdirect my fiancee Marilyn, who would have been a little bit nerv...
Dear Reader: This story is a continuation of the story told by Diane Miller in "The Perfect Wife" and is now told by a new character Fred Clarke. The ladies of the club were out in force tonight, I thought, as I surveyed the dining room. In the corner I saw Bridget with her bright red hair and big tits sitting next to her distinguished, grey haired husba...
My date and I were headed to a new restaurant on Church Street that had gotten good reviews. To get there we had to walk by one of Nashville's few gay nightclubs, and as we passed, the front door suddenly flew open to let two guys leave. Through the open door we could see a female impersonator on stage, dressed like Madonna. My date looked up at me. "I don'...
I would like to thank 'tchr' for his editing which is a big job because of my poor grammar. I also thank everyone who left comments and emailed me. At this time I apologize for the switch from the first person in part one to the third in part two. This part is primarily from Laura's point of view. If that bothers you just skip this part and proceed directly...
I published this in Literotica some time ago, but for some reason checked the 'no vote' box. It attracted few readers, and I'd like to test the waters again. Very few stories on Literotica feature the Orthodox/Hasidic community, which has very deep erotic undertones. Here we go! ======================== It was a really hellish winter's day. I had flown int...
Steve rolled himself to the sickbay under his own power but was quickly overtaken by nurses and doctors asking this and that as they pushed him to a room. He let the sound of their fussing wash over him. He answered what he could like no, he never lost consciousness, yes, he was still bleeding in some places, no, his bones hadn't healed yet, no, no one else...