Literotica 2017 Winter Holidays Contest entry. Votes would be especially welcomed by all authors competing as it takes so many just to be eligible, much less win. All on-screen sexual encounters in the following (when they finally do occur) are between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. *** The Wednesday before Thanksgiving 1987 found me precis...
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Backroads or: On Being Blown Sideways Down the Road Less Traveled There's something peculiarly energizing about a road trip, even if, as is so often the case, it's a journey to nowhere in particular. Even if you've been down the same road a hundred times before, there's always the hint of something new in the air, some new adventure at hand right around t...
A Somewhat Less Than Divine Comedy Driftwood: A Prelude to the Evening 'Let me to take you down -- 'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields' Lennon/McCartney Rogues Bay, Tortola, BVI Today There were a few low clouds scudding over the far horizon, yet all-in-all the day's weather was looking good -- better than good, really, especially for the time of...
Prologue I entered Federico's a few minutes after eight in the evening. The place was fairly crowded, as usual. I greeted Henri, the maitre`d, and he showed me to a table. "Harry," I said, "Jack is coming, too. Show him over when he gets here." "Of course, Mr. deFrame." I ordered drinks for both of us when the waiter came over, but was surprised when Jac...
"So you want to be a cop?" The middle-aged women in the police captain's uniform asked. "Yes, very much," I answered with as much conviction as I could muster. I studied the Captain as she paused to decide on her next statement. She was a heavy set woman with a too large nose. It was red and covered with broken veins. The nose made her look as though she mi...
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I sat in the back of the Galaxy Club, moodily communing with Jack Daniels. It had been a rough day, culminating with my girlfriend moving out. I replayed our final conversation in my head. "What's going on?" I'd asked, coming home after a hard day's work running piping and installing the kitchen sinks and bathroom fixtures in a new restaurant going in on Cl...
All names, characters, situations and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons is intended or should be inferred. Copyright blablabla... **************************************************************** Sweet dreams are made of thisWho am I to disagree? I travel the worldAnd the seven seas, Everybody's looki...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violen...