Thank you for reading my serial novel, 'Tom & Sue & John & Debbie.' If you haven't read Chapters 1-23, please do so before reading this chapter otherwise you'll be missing out on all the details of the story as it was told to me. It's Monday on State's campus after the big football game against the Irish, and after a two week absence, it's time for Donna t...
Literotica 2018 Valentine's Day 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. ***** How many days does it take before you take the one y...
In the fading evening light, before the street lights triggered, Auron waited idle on the front stoop, surveying the local children as they played freeze-tag in the street. Across the road, one of the neighbors was watering his garden and another neighbor was at her mailbox, sorting through magazines and bills. Limping down the sidewalk in front of the house...
Jack prologue I saw her the first time ten years ago. Ben called me to the front of the shop for a customer. She was there with a friend looking at jewelry. It was easily discernible that she was no older than nineteen. Definitely a freshman out for her first bout of rebellion. Everything about her screamed 'too sweet', but still something about her stuck...
Chapter 1: Don't Croc the Boat If Michael had known his future would have involved rowing a boat... he would have definitely worked more on his upper-body strength. Those crew jocks he remembered from high school all seemed to be practicing for something that would never be useful, like learning how to apply a mustard plaster or stealing cable. But here he...
Chapter 1 Erica shuffled nervously in her seat. The cordiality of the greeting had dissipated into an awkward, uncomfortable silence hanging heavily in the air between them. Her eyes fixed on the man's neatly groomed nails, on his soft, chambray button down shirt, on the tiled patterns beneath her feet, on the brilliant sunny afternoon outside of the coffee...
PROLOGUE (present day) As I walked down the grassy bank and approached the lake I barely noticed the gay collage of joggers, bicyclists, strollers and children. I was in a pensive mood, and this familiar place opened doors to my past that I'd kept closed for a long time. It was right here where my former life had come to an end and where my new one had begu...
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Authors Note: This story was inspired by a character sketch of the Chevalier de Eron. It is not an attempt to portray his life or even a fictionalized version of his life. This story is just where my imagination took me. The erotic themes in the story are predominantly transgendered, so if this kind of story isn't your cup of tea, you have been warned. This...
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the story's characters to dead and/or living people, and fictitious situations to real events, is purely coincidental. Some research went into attempting to present certain situations as realistically as possible, without getting nitty-gritty about it. As such, no doubt there will be issues with some of the...