This story is a continuation of my last story posted which was "I Take a Short Trip to Mexico." Please read that story for background. ++++ The next four days we were busy in Mexico. Each day, I continued to work with my clients and in my various businesses via phone, email and text and Catherine, my fiancée, was supervising the home upgrades and of cour...
My father had disowned me in June of 1975, and my psychiatrist had apparently decided I was just too much to deal with, insisting I never appreciated his help during my transition. Because those two people provided so many links in my previous life, I felt I needed to leave them behind and move on with what was left of 'my life' if there was such a thing. I...
By Ezra Zane I met Prince Mohammed, first son and heir of a sheik, my junior year when he transferred to The Petroleum Engineering School at The University of Texas. We discovered we both liked hunting, golf, fast cars, a good laugh and women, as well as the oil business. We became best friends. Attracting women wasn't a problem for me. My family wasn't in...
Must be over 18 to read. For mature audience only. * * * * * Chapter 1 My wife Kari and I have always had a good sex life and a good fantasy life. This story may begin easy, but like my wife, it gets nastier the further it goes. She is the attractive, but normal and unassuming everyday woman in the office, at least on the outside. But underneath, she's...
During my second year in college I had elected to stay on campus during summer break. I knew, regrettably, that if I went back home, I would end up working in my father's lumber yard throughout the long and hot summer months. At least at school, I would still live in my entertaining, but juvenile dorm, and be able to pick up a few extra credits by taking som...
© 2012, All rights reserved – mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~ "I've got to get a map," I said as I shook my head. My mind had started to wander, yet again. I'd been daydreaming off and on most of the last few hours as a way of trying to ease my tension and frustration. I'd already played a couple of cassette tapes along the way, and now I was listening to the radio,...
Remember, this is a tribute to DQS1. Did you really think I would stop this soon? .................................................. She sat there, shocked so badly she couldn't even cry. He really was gone. She looked over at Bill. "Is it really over?" "I'm afraid so. For what it's worth, there was a couple of times when I thought you two would make it...
Chapter 1. An ordinary detached house in a plain, unremarkable suburb, 65 miles from London. 44 Green Meadows was built, along with hundreds of others after the war. Rows and rows of neat, adequately maintained windows and neatly manicured lawns. Apple blossom trees evenly spaced outside every other house, and a post-box on the corner. You can hear the blac...
This my first attempt at writing fiction -- on Literotica or anywhere else. Your voting and/or comments will determine if I ever try this again. I had thought about passing this story idea along to FTDS; I have done that before. He must get many more suggestions than he can possibly handle, and, because I have mental snapshots of several things I see happeni...
Apologies to William Faulkner for paraphrasing his title for my tale. ***** Prologue I opened my eyes and saw my grandson Matthew standing at the side of the bed. "Hi, Grampa! Mom, Grandma, Grampa opened his eyes!" My wife and Matthew's mother jumped up from their chairs and joined Matthew. I'm certain I was smiling; but it was hard to tell what with th...