Genre: Situational Comedy The story is about three friends representing various classes of society through their profession. One friend is police inspector, one is lawyer and the other is journalist. All the three are college time friends. After getting busy with their respective professional lives, they met once in a week at a particular place and share...
Alison Chambers was sorting through a stack of papers a mile high for her employer Kenneth Thompson for over two hours when she decided it was time to take a break. She was sipping a cup of colombian coffee with vanilla caramel creamer when Kenneth stepped inside her office, carefully locking the door behind him. From the look on the attorney's face, it was...
Tonight you came into my dream. A dream so deep I scarcely felt the brush of warm lips to mine, barely noticed the slight shifting of weight into the mattress as you held yourself over me. Your body fit so well into mine, thighs slightly parted as if in invitation for you to slide between them. One hand flung up to tangle in the dark curtain of hair draped o...
What's with women drivers these days? Is it me or are they acting crazier than usual? I mean, seriously. Picture this : A tall young black man strolling through the city of Brockton on a hot day in late August. I'm crossing the street. I'm not alone. There are two young women and they have one cart with them. This woman comes barreling down the street in a d...
As I watched her trying to blink away the tears still threatening to spill, my heart twisted. She pulled her mouth into a cheeky grin, smiling at me as if there wasn't a spreading hole eating at her insides. She was so brave, so strong. She would never know how much her strength made any of this bearable enough for me to keep myself together, to pull those p...
Many tim I open a storie on literotica settle down in my chair and get ready to transported to my own little fantasyland. The title may be catchy prommising to be a very nice arousing story. I have hi hopes for a enjoyabl fwe minuets of reading. Then I began to read. Often I consider stoping in midstory but usualy perseveer becuase I want to see how the sto...
I sat there, staring into my beer, beginning to hate every minute of this, my wife's twenty-fifth high school reunion. The whole thing seemed like a waste. We had met and married after we met in collage—I didn't know any of these folks—and for that matter, she hadn't seen or talked to any of these folks since then (save for a few close friends she had retain...
Peter and I met at my first job. He's a lawyer and I was tax accountant appointed to his case by my firm. His office back in those days was huge and sophisticated, unusually but tastefully decorated. Peter was an enigma. Everyone knew about him. Young Brilliant no want for clients. Everone clamoured to get hold of him. He was successful,. Ruthless divorce l...
I have no memory of Hatha taking me from Nadar's chambers. She must have, because I was dressed and back in my own stone cottage. I sat beside the fire on a milking stool someone had brought in from the stables. I watched the flames dance before my eyes. I had not bathed since last night and I could still smell him on my skin. Every now and then I brought my...
Chapter 11 When Professor Connors got back to the campsite after his encounter with Ix Chel he immediately went to his tent. He let the junior members of the archaeological expedition run today's drills in the pyramid. Meanwhile, he stayed in his tent doing research on Ix Chel and how transference could take place. Everything Professor Connors found about...