Chicago, Illinois — 2006 Laresa sighed, unable to assist her Mistress due to the last command Hanna had spit out in a drug-fogged fit of pique. Just stand over there invisible and watch. Stay out of this. I can handle my fucking high, okay? Laresa shook her head sadly as she remembered the words, knowing they weren't true then, and certainly weren't true...
13.Reality Check, Please Okay, priorities. I spotted an apple charging cable on the kitchen bench and plugged in the phone. Took a second to message a cheery greeting to Taylor (I'm not dead), fired up Uber, cursed when I saw there was going to be both surge pricing and a fifteen minute delay, then decided to hit the shower. Luckily, Alexa was more Whole Fo...
You must all have heard about the gambler who having lost all of his money in a card game then stakes his car in an effort to recover all that he has lost. He loses and, unable to imagine life without a car throws the deeds to his house into the pot. The losing run continues. The gambler is wondering how to tell his nubile young wife that they have nowhere t...
Author’s Note: My apologies on the delay of this chapter. Real life has kept me quite busy. Over the last several weeks, I’ve had to give myself a crash course in using Flash, to get a website up and running, and the prenatal birthing classes have been booked back to back over this month (a baby girl is due in November, the first female born on my side of th...
Prologue The Real Estate Office was my father's business long before it was mine. In fact, I had little interest in it, beyond the obligatory summers between school terms when I helped around the office to earn extra money I spent my early teen years playing baseball, swimming in the Bay or devouring sports novels from the Book Mobile which came down our...
I would like to thank a reader by the name of Master Peter, who provided the inspiration for this story. Peter had just finished reading my story titled, Dominating Rachel, and requested that I expand on the concept portrayed at the beginning of that story. When Peter contacted me, I had been working on a story that had an ending with no beginning. Peter's i...
In the bay side suburb of her childhood, Matilda sat quietly in the knee length grass. It was one of the few parks left now, especially since the transit system had been upgraded and people who once lived and worked in the city began to commute from the outer suburbs to the daily grind of their office jobs. Matilda plucked a blade of grass and, shredding it...
It was time to turn a new leaf. Or perhaps, less of a turning a new leaf as starting a new book, or a new journal. I had been packing my belongings and given away most of the things I didn't want to move with me to graduate school. Today was the last day before the drive north. My parents and I had driven up earlier in the summer and had found a studio apart...
INTRODUCTION I was inspired to write this story by another literotica story I read. The story is titled "What came over me?" by the author jo350. The story was written a year ago and I had hoped for a sequel. Since there was no sequel I decided to write this story. All the character names are different so as not to infringe on the other author. It is not ne...
Leonard got into his car, his clothes were packed in the trunk and he had a full tank of gas. He pulled away and looked back in the rearview mirror at the apartment complex he lived in for the past fifteen years, over twelve of them with Penny as his neighbor, lover, wife and tormentor. He headed north and as he reached the Pasadena city limits, he stopped...