Chapter 17 The RMS Etruria -- NY to Liverpool The next morning while I was shaving, Dennis strolled into the bathroom, tossed the newspaper on the top of the commode and announced, "No ballgame for us today." "What happened?' I asked, and nicked my neck with my Gillette razor. "My source for today's tickets got himself arrested," he pointed to the headli...
How the fuck was she going to take this? The question just wouldn't leave his mind as he watched his wife holding hands with Charlotte, craving human contact while engaged in a 'spiritual' conversation that neither would recall with anywhere near as much intensity, or clarity, once the pills and powder had worn off tomorrow morning. Despite the euphoric op...
© 2014 K M Dylan All Rights Reserved Author's note: this is an entry in the "Literotica Annual Halloween Contest" for 2014. It chronicles the wedding of Katie Wolfer, a fashion supermodel, and there is some setting of the scene before the "good stuff!" Please vote 5 stars if you enjoy it! ______________________________________ Despite all the pyrotechnics...
There is a refrain from a song that keeps playing over and over in my head. I don't even remember for sure where it came from. I think it was something from the Kingston Trio back in the mid to late Sixties although I wouldn't bet on it. It goes: "What to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor, what to do with a drunken sailor early in t...
"Which dress should I wear?" Meet my wife Reina. You can call her Rei. That's how she spells it, but it's pronounced like a ray of sunshine, which she is every day. I guess you can tell I love her. I always have. Well, if you consider "always" to be since I met her in the sixth grade. My family moved to town during the summer, so I was the new kid when sixt...
Things had moved rapidly after Jo Ann had tacitly agreed to become Marco's mistress. On the next date she had been treated much better, she had felt the whip and she had been shared with Danny Moreli, Marco's aide/driver/body guard. She was still recovering from the stretching and excitement of having taken another man inside her when Marco called the next...
Authors note: This is part of the Nude day contest. I hope you enjoy! Vote high and vote often! * I really hated working weekends, but here I was doing just that. Partly because I felt like I had to and partly because I felt like it was important that if I have my people working on a weekend, I should be equally willing to be there with them. The had to pa...
Judas Iscariot, Brutus, Benedict Arnold, Aldrich Ames: some of the most hated names in history. Of all the villainous types, traitors are the most universally despised. No one wants to see redemption for a traitor; they want to see them dead, ideally in the most cruelly ironic way possible. Traitors are the lowest of the low, the worst of the worst. Trent M...
It was about 12:30 in the morning and the nightlife of the city was in full swing as people of all sorts headed out to shows, nightclubs, bars, and the like. The dazzling neon lights and glare of vehicle headlights did little to phase the slender, trenchcoat-clad figure who wove about the crowds of people with ease. For anyone watching, they would not have g...
A short, lighthearted bit of fluff for the 2019 Halloween competition. Please enjoy! + "So how in hell do these things stay on?" I demanded. I held the cups up against my chest, over my blouse. I had to admit that they were beautiful - sort of a gold-on-royal-blue brocade. He'd presented me with the outfit when he got home from work five minutes ago....