W.F. Stuart Teaching College is in the foothills, overlooked by the elite suburbs. It's the closest that ordinary folk can get to high living. Above the college are winding leafy roads with mansion after estate after villa. Deckings stilted above slopes, infinity pools cut into rock. Below the college was suburbia; rows of mostly untidy little boxes with sim...
Hello All, I hope this finds you well. I've had a busy few years with grad school, other writing endeavors, and just life in general, so I haven't had much time for Literotica. However, when I saw that the Nude Day contest was coming up, I had just the story in mind. If you're familiar with my work, you know that I have a fondness for blending science fic...
Chapter 5: Beth's Lust Grows Beth stepped up to her bedroom window, peering out the blinds making sure her husband had left. Titus' motorcycle was pulled off the driveway. His bike was loud and Frank across the street had complained about the late hours he kept. She'd heard him arrive home sometime after five this morning. His bartending shift had ended at...
Michael ... He knew reunions were supposed to be happy times. A chance to meet former classmates, friends from a bygone era (that era being the late-1970's). To catch-up on all the 'old times' (which he couldn't remember anything particularly good about them), reunite with old friends (he had none that he could clearly recall) and reminisce about the old sc...
CHAPTER 7: SHOW AND TELL AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear readers, as there are a number of characters, I thought it might be helpful to have a quick guide as a reminder: Walters: Geometry teacher, glasses, mustache, average height, 50s, beer belly but not fat. Sal Peterson: School janitor/maintenance, heavy set, mid 40s, strongRothman: Father's boss, used to babysit...
Matthew Goodwin's pencil hovered over the blank page like the spear of some angry god ready to strike down from the heavens and forever leave its mark on the world of mortal men. If only, the much more human Matthew hadn't been experiencing a king-sized case of writer's block at that moment. He might have been leaving just as indelible a mark on the litera...
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Edited by: Pat & Arthur A long and bumpy road to love. **** CHAPTER 1 It was a day I'll never forget. I had gone into my parents' bedroom to look for something. I don't remember what I was looking for, but I remember what I found. There was a wooden box in the bottom drawer of my mother's vanity, hidden under some of her things. Inside there was a p...
There is virtually no sex in this story. Your comments, good or bad, are always welcome. Chapter 1: A Convenient Ghost I returned to my desk on shaky legs. It took several minutes in the relative solitude of my cubicle to slow my heart rate. I had held up well during the meeting, and I'm sure I never gave any indication of having been rattled. I was, but s...
Author's Introduction. This is the first book in the chronicles of the life and loves of Anthony Madison. This is my first attempt at crafting a multivolume novel and I hope that I will somehow find the time to complete these chronicles with additional books. However, I believe this book stands alone as a complete story even though there will be a few linge...