Taima Greenleaf and Mahalo Jenkins tried Alicia's residence first. It was empty. The school also yielded no clues as did Pilar's home. It was difficult for Taima to enter the home she had only recently shared with Pilar to think that she might find her lover there, hurt or dead. Mahalo did his best to keep her focused and to keep her spirits high. He knew ho...
I offer a sincere thank you to PPP and his wife for allowing me to highjack their Literotica personas. Please remember that this is just a fictional story.... --------------- Ah!.......the gut wrenching agony, the knife stab pains in your stomach, the feeling of constantly wanting to reach for the trash can, the emotional dread that overcomes your very so...
Sometimes it is so easy to step through that door, the one that separates the realm of the real from the world of the unreal. That door can come disguised as any normal experience or object. Certain times of the year and/or day that door will swing open easier than other times. It seems that Halloween is one of those times that the separation between the vis...
I've owned this lingerie shop for years; no one ever shops past eight at night. It is now eight-thirty and, I really need to change the hours of the shop. Tomorrow I will make a new sign showing the altered hours from closing at 10 PM to the new closing time at 8 PM. As I start the motions for closing the shop early I walk around the store picking up things...
The train whistle brought us out of our reverie, and before long Sir Charles' party was on the platform. The early August morning promised a sweltering afternoon. He was the first one off the train, bounding down energetically and shaking my hand vigorously when he saw me: "Mr. MacLeod, my dear friend. Well met, sir, well met. All is well in Colorado and fro...
Rising out of bed, Penny had a slight hangover from the night before. As she came to her senses, her eyes adjusting to the daylight, she remembered what had happened the previous evening and blushed thinking back to the things she did. Instinctively, she got up to look in the bathroom mirror. She gasped as a dull ache shot through her ass up her back, and sh...
This story is dedicated to all of the girls that tried to keep their virginity and their boyfriend, to all of the wives that tried to keep their mate sated and faithful. Now I add Techsan to the dedication. He edited about a fifth of this story and read the remaining parts that I had finished. He said, "I like what you've done with the story so far and am...
Soft, white light. Opening my eyes felt like a novelty as I floated back into consciousness. I felt a vague sense of calm, contrasting to a half-remembered torment of exertion. That didn't matter now. I was warm, a little stiff, but comfortable. A few dull aches reminded me of their existence, but the idea that anything could hurt right now simply seemed out...
Joanne Wallman had forgotten what it felt like to be happy. She had been walking in the same path over and over so many times that she no longer knew where she was going, if anywhere at all. A life where her children had made up her entire life, where nothing else would exist. It was when the children had move out, leaving her in an empty world of her own, t...
The next morning John seemed uncomfortable as we ate breakfast. I knew why, or so I thought, so I decided to quiz him. "Wasn't Missy as good as you remembered?" I asked. "What?" he asked, startled, knocking his cereal bowl to its side, dumping half the contents on the table. "No," he said. "Yes?" Clearly I had frazzled him. I rested my hand atop his as he...