Chapter 5: Rio Rita In New York in 1928 the speakeasies were everywhere, in the basements of mansions, in penthouses off Park Avenue, in Greenwich Village cellars, in Wall Street office buildings, in brownstone rooming houses, in tenements, in two-flats in the Bronx, in Bay Ridge hardware stores. Sometimes they were called clubs and when they were posh a...
This is my second submission to Literotica. It's a bit of fluff with no sex. In response to some of the comments, I write to entertain, sometimes to get people to think but mostly just for fun. The views of my characters are usually - but not always - similar to my own. I often get my inspiration from real life people and events of which I have direct or i...
As airplane rides go, this was a good one. Rich had a window seat and the middle seat was unoccupied. The scenery was, however, better to his left than it was looking out the window. The isle seat was occupied by a woman in her late thirties, perhaps early forties. She wore a short leather skirt and a light blouse to accommodate the warm weather. He estimate...
My wife and I are both Marines. I am twenty-six, and she is twenty seven. I was wounded six months ago by an IED and am healing at home on detached duty. I am now finishing therapy and learning to use my leg again. She is still on active duty and just re-enlisted for another four years. She serves with a transportation unit in Afghanistan, and it is her seco...
ONE When former champion ballroom dancer Isobel Ballantyne was on the eve of closing the Ballantyne School of Ballroom Dancing in December last year, her youngest daughter Sierra returned home, wounded, emerging from her unexpected divorce. Sierra had fallen on hard times because marriage to an older and wealthy husband had landed her into a sumptuous life...
The story so far: A former international champion ballroom dancer of the Cha Cha, Sierra Ballantyne, buys her mother's failing dance studio and is unable to turn it around. So she converts it into the Ballantyne School of Seduction against a background of controversy that she sets out to mollify. The young divorcee catches the eye of the publisher of a trend...
"So, you seem healthy for a man your age. You're healthy for a man half your age. Was there anything else?" "Well, Doctor, there is one problem," Mark mentioned reticently. "You see, I met this woman a while ago. It's the first girl I've, you know, been with since I was married and things just aren't the same." "Having erectile difficulties?" the doctor a...
I was at the end of the pew, on the aisle -- the assigned spot for my role as family photographer. I was on the groom's side of the church, my Nikon hanging from my neck. I caught it out of the corner of my eye. A spider. A damn big spider. Tarantula-sized creeping along the top of the pew opposite mine. Just what this wedding needs, someone to see this big...
Thanks go to my editor Althefish. You're the best. * It is a cool crisp Saturday morning in autumn. I am spending my morning running some errands and doing some shopping. It's 'College Football Day' in the house, and we have rules, I don't bother Mike during College Football Day, and Mike doesn't bother me during the Green Bay Packer games. It's a mutually...
It's only August and I have just seen the first shameless display of Christmas capitalism in a major chain store. It reminded me of a story I wrote a long time ago. I've decided to repost it here. Merry Christmas (in August). The following is an unpublished work of adult fiction. Any resemblance of characters in this work to any person, living or dead, is u...