I'd like to thank QHML1 for inviting me to participate in the Welcome to the New World story event. When you have a chance, please take a look at some of the other event submissions. Writers more talented than I have entered stories that I look forward to enjoying. The Peasants are Revolting She was overwhelmed by his cologne and personal scent as he pushe...
Chapter 1 An antagonistically expensive divorce, which had ended fifteen years of a childless and increasingly emotionless marriage - and which had then seen a good half of my hard-earned assets paid off to my wife, and another chunk to the assorted lawyers - had left me in a very poor position when starting to think about where and how I should begin to ma...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Many afternoons Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches or along the wall of the large circular fountain sending splashing rainbows of water into the air. This day, h...
This story was inspired by a suggestion of a Literotica member, as well as an episode of "30 Rock," in which the characters produced an episode of MILF Island. This story has a substantial element of mature (young men with older women) as well as CFNM, but with the MILF celebrities and the references to the television series, it belongs in the celebrity sect...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
The flash of light and then the booming thunder ushered in the rainstorm to Los Angeles' beach cities as the sky turned dark. Jerry's leg hurt from the change in the weather and his hand went to the scar across his hairline, both gifts from the Sandbox. It felt like a spike had been driven into his ankle and he rubbed it, wishing it would go away. It had bee...
WOW!! NEVER had a response to a story like that, thank you all for your support and encouragement; no pressure then... To ag2507, way ahead of you, but thanks for checking in anyway. To the USAF Vet, as Austin Powers puts it, 'It's English English', not American English, sorry for any confusion but we were here first. And the requests for better editing, y...
This is a shoutout to the folks who say that I can't write a classic "loving wives" story. It also lets me reintroduce some characters from another one of my stories. They were characters who I especially liked and didn't want to lose touch with. Also, you might guess the place where my fictional hero works. So I want to state categorically that, "Even thoug...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL! 52. Starting Over Continued Cassandra showed the park ranger their pe...