As I look into his leering, aged, wrinkled mirror of my own face He laughs, and sneers, and says "Of course, dear Son, Where do you think you came from in the first place?" -Harry Chapin, "The Mayor of Candor Lied" It was the Brockways who gave Bill his first sweet taste of Christmas, and it came not a moment too soon. He would not know their name until...
Chapter 27—Media Circus II Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: I said earlier, Aunt Jo used to be punk/goth/grunge, or whatever you call it. Considering what she wears now, it is a bit hard to believe, but I've seen pictures and handled the Army boots. The gown she wore to the wedding ball seems to draw the line between before and after. Mom wanted Aunt Jo...
The complex was quiet, the paths dark, only one woman swam laps in the pool. I slipped into the hot tub, a plastic glass of wine by my elbow and wondered when my frenzy might subside. She'd been especially immodest that evening. Before she'd left at the dinner hour, she'd primped and primed herself, stripping out of tailored slacks and conventional blouse r...
~~Jack~~ If there was one way he was going to die, it'd be between two dangerous women. Antoinette's tiger eyes returned, with all the ferocity and rage of when Lucas had crashed her ball. Like a crushing storm, being so near her shook him to his core as the rage poured off of her, buried him in rolling thunder that vibrated his bones and pulled his gut up...
Day 24 On Wednesday morning Caitlyn was alone again. Jon was long gone; it was, after all, nearly nine in the morning, and he had been at work for almost two hours. Caitlyn, for her part, had very little to look forward to; the new semester at Shellview State would not resume for another few weeks. Jon had suggested she look for a short-term job, an idea sh...
I arrived at Mike's on my own that Friday evening. Penny had arranged to meet Tara in town at lunchtime, and I had a late tutorial. So it was nearly six when I rang the door, and my breath was caught by what I saw when it was opened. Penny was in full slave gear. Mostly leather and chains, although there was not much of either. She had a leather collar wit...
Hi Folks. Here's the debut of another editor. Let me know what you think about him. His name is Sir Charles5150 and he volunteered for the job. Carholi I've tried to reply to your emails at least twice but you have to send me a valid email address. I also need to warn you guys that it's October so this is the last normal story you're going to get for about a...
Author's note: This will be my 100th submission to Literotica. Over the past four-plus years, it's been a pretty wild ride, and I appreciate all of those who have commented on my work – good, bad or indifferent. I've tried to share some of my life, some of my fantasies and tried to write stimulating stories that make people think. For my 100th story, I deci...
CHAPTER 1 Late autumn snow had arrived. The riding school was closed until mid-spring so Rogan was ready to leave for his winter job splitting logs at the firewood and coal supply depot in the town as soon as Marin had arrived back from feeding hay to the horses that spent nights and stormy weather in the barn. "The kids are asleep. Have a cheerful day," R...
"Roll up! Rollup for the mystery tour. Roll up! Rollup for the mystery tour. The Magical Mystery Tour is dying to take you away, Dying to take you away, take you today!" San Francisco is a cool town. I've always liked it. During the cab ride up to the concert, my eyes drifted past streets and areas that hadn't changed much since my salad days when I was jus...