[author's Note: this story starts slow and ended up longer than I expected. There is no graphic sex, hence the reason it is posted in romance. Thanks for reading and please enjoy.] Frank Johnson was a drone – one of the many thousands of worker bees that commuted into Manhattan each morning to toil with the others. His contribution by itself was insignifi...
The fire. That’s what started it all. Jess studied the house intently from across the street. This was her first visit since last October, that awful month that changed her life. From her vantage point she could see the garage in back and the boxes stacked in front of the windows of the apartment above. She'd wanted to see the place one last time before tom...
EDUCATIONAL REFORM Skjold "Golden Arm" Odinsson was late to his class on Diffeomorphic Transformations of Nonlocal Semi-Logical Quasi-Riemannian Manifolds. Again. He tried to enter the lecture hall as unobtrusively as possible. Not an easy task given the circumstances. He took his usual seat directly behind the girl with the golden cornsilk hair. She turne...
SUREFOOT: MR AND MRS OSTROW USS Surefoot, Deck 3 Mid -- Sickbay Suite: "STINKY COMPUTER!" Dr Shyrik had been in her office opposite the Crèche, cursing her article for the Starfleet Medical Journal for its inability to write itself, when she heard the exclamation from within. Recognising the voice, she rose from behind her desk, crossed over and entere...
Day 67 Jon woke up first on Thursday, which meant he could be the one to say "Happy Valentine's Day" first. "Aww, I wanted to say it first," Caitlyn said, leaning in for a kiss. "I could fall asleep again," Jon said. "No, we don't have time," Caitlyn said. They had gotten into the habit (when they weren't abstaining due to arguments) of waking up quite a...
Sitting in front of the TV, watching the end of an early season college football game while sipping on my third beer, my attention was suddenly grabbed by the sound of the garage door opening. It meant my pretty wife Emily was returning from dinner with her best friend Chloe, who had called earlier practically begging my wife to meet her. I sensed something...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote. For those looking to read pornography, I don't write pornography. This is not pornographic. I write erotica. There's plenty of sex at the end while still being erotic. There are no underage characters in this story. The three characters in the story are Brad, forty-something,...
My thanks to ErikThread and Derek for their editing skills and helpful suggestions, as well as the eagle eye of GordonJ who found my little oversights and let me know as he went along. Thank you all three. I hope you enjoy our mutual efforts. This story doesn't fit any neat category. It isn't really science fiction, more like a fantasy. I'll let you the rea...
*I have been asked a very good question: if men are so rare and valuable, why aren't they treated better? One reader provided the best answer. In the American West in the last half of the 19th century, in many areas men outnumbered women 10:1. Women enjoyed protection because of their rarity, but they had no control over that protection. The gained no excess...
Hey guys and gals, sorry if the stat parts are ugly, apparently tabs are a nono on Literotica. If you're seeing this and haven't read part one, go do that now, or enjoy being confused... Enjoy! ***** Chapter Six A popup appeared as he opened the door to an alley and looked out. He read it quickly and closed it. His starting place was Bastion, which was a...