Pausing at the front door of the newspaper office, Robyn took a deep breath. She looked into the dust-stained window. The gray-haired lady on the other side of the window looked up from her desk and stared back. Robyn fought the urge to turn away. What the heck, she thought. I've got to give it a try. Robyn swung open the door as the lady brushed the droni...
This is an entry in the SweetWitch-Marsh Alien Feud Settlement Short Story Writing contest. As a courtesy to me, if you cast a vote on this story, please also read SweetWitch's "Forget the Bitch, Gimme a Drink." Besides, her story has catfighting and voyeurism. * * * * * With fourteen months still to go until I hit the big Five-O, I had pretty much worked...
*************Celebrating Posting the One Millionth Story to Literotica! Whoreray and Hoesannahs!!*************Humor & Satirefunny parody, I swear!mildly amusing cantankery??*************Author's Note to Literotica StaffNow don't say I don't love you guysbut sometimes, just sometimes...you are a pain in the whoohah! Just once in a while. Ah, jeez! I made yo...
The man behind the desk opened the folder then sat back reflecting over the last few years. It had been an interesting way to earn a living. Now he was leaving for pastures new and was having a clear out. Before him was one of the many folders from a filing cabinet kept locked and with restricted access. It was a cabinet that had many nicknames, "Too hot to...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Valerie Elswell, Editor In Chief of Parasols magazine was watching her favorite soap opera when an extremely annoying commercial began. She switched the channel and happened across 'The Cast Iron Stomach,' a cooking show on Channel 12, a local inde...
"This is bad," Ed Wilson said. He clicked his mouse and shook his head. "Bad, bad, bad" he said as he clicked away the articles on his computer monitor. "Why do these doorknobs think they can write?" Ed Wilson, Associate Editor of Sexerotica, an online amateur erotica site, pushed himself away from the terminal in disgust and popped his head into the cubicle...
August 7, 2024 "Good evening, and welcome to the Nightly Report. I'm Hamish Jordan." "And I'm Vanessa Moore." The normally professional veteran anchors for Australia's Channel Six seemed to be vibrating with anticipation, as if they knew the story they were about to deliver would make them superstars in the journalism world. "On Monday night," said Hami...
CHAPTER 1 The sky was dark with an approaching rain dump and Annalee Roach-Simpson's face reflected the mood of the weather as she went with jaw-set into the dayroom to confront the embarrassment of her family, her unmarried 30-year old daughter Peyton. "Hi mom." "We need to talk." "Shoot." "What on earth does that mean?" Peyton put down the lurid maga...
(Author's note: Oh, hello! It's you again - Good to see you! I've just remembered that in the first chapter of my autobiography... [That was 'Some Day, All This Will be Yours' - Ed.] Yes... well, as I was saying... In there, I promised I'd tell you about learning to masturbate. Well, here's the story, although it didn't turn out quite the way I expected....
Harry O'Hern's alarm went at 7:00. In recent weeks as part of his return to normal life he'd resumed jogging each weekday morning. Fifteen minutes later he set off, a lone figure but no longer 'lost' as thought of Teresa and the gap that had left in his life had slipped into the background. He'd received a call from Sierra's mother the previous evening say...