Ya'll are going to hate me. I don't blame you. I was as shocked as you are going to be. It was the hardest, and most emotionally draining chapter to write. But don't kill the messenger. Often, the journey is more important than the destination. All of the errors, misspelling and punctuation deficits are my own. I couldn't locate an editor. They are more di...
As she saw Jon's car disappearing down the driveway Jane sat looking out the window for a few minutes. She was tired. They'd had a small party last night to celebrate her leaving her job at the research institute, and in a way to celebrate her new job, which was going to be quite a challenge. She got up, put their dishes in the sink and went back to bed. S...
Having climaxed, and finding the sun up, Dr. Darryl Loughlin pulled up his scrubs, took a shower, changed into street clothes and got into his truck and drove down to the port to take the car ferry back to his Fisher Island condo. He rarely got to go home, though he did live close. But, it just seemed unreasonable to ask the harbormaster to rouse the ferryma...
Many thanks to Robbie for editing and improving this. ***** Greg obediently pulled out his cock and Erik quickly took his place. He pressed his cock head against Susan's pussy lips gently forcing his way inside of her. After being stretched by Greg's fat cock, Erik penetrated her easily. Susan enjoyed the new sensation of being filled with some thinner but...
Winston bolted upright out of the chair and aimed the nerve pistol at the face. Overlord's smile didn't flicker. "That weapon cannot harm me," said the luminous face, "but to make this conversation feel less adversarial, I'll get rid of it." The pistol turned into dust. Winston's fingers came together into a fist as the handle crumbled away into nothingnes...
My old friend David Fisher hired me as a caretaker and all purpose maintenance worker for the famed Fisher and Sons Funeral Home. David had saved me from a mundane job as a waiter. I often liked David in our high school days though he was a bit odd. The same could be said for his highly dysfunctional family. I had no clue what I was about to endure. My firs...
I usually got home from work around 6:30. I breezed in and swept a hand over my cat, Thomas. I had been living with Alex for two weeks now and we had fallen into a routine of fucking every night. The agreement had been once a week, but when he asked me to come to his room each night, I went. That night Alana had invited me to a party thrown by some of Fisher...
Note to reader: The characters are based on those of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. The story itself is not in any way related to an existing plot line. It's a made-up situation to get these two to finally get it on. For those unknown to Miss Fisher and Jack Robinson: this is set in the 1920s, Miss Fisher is a private detective and Jack Robinson is a dete...
"Fuck." Andrew was a smart guy, he excelled in English and had the advanced vocabulary that often liked to throw around. However right now this was the only word that could come into his mind. Though, these circumstances were known to affect your mental capacity. Raindrops fell gently on his windshield as the wiper blades rhythmically brushed them aside,...
This is my final story on Literotica. All characters participating in sex are at least eighteen years old. *** Tears streamed from Rachel Fisher's normally twinkling blue eyes and rolled down her flawless skin as she viewed the troubling text message on her cell phone. Her mind blazed angrily, as she dashed through the halls of Hayward High School, sendin...