There was a soft tapping on my shoulder. At first I thought it was my wife, then I remembered it was late Monday afternoon and the tapping was coming from someone else. I rolled over; it was Varina Jefferson, wife and part owner of the Antique shop where I'd bought some furniture. She was smiling at me. "Wake up sleepy head," she whispered, "it's after 4:00...
Author's note: This is the final continuation of a very long story. It won't make sense to you if you haven't read all the rest. I'm sorry, but the numbering of the epilogues is a little confusing. The part labeled "Epilogue 1" contained two sections of epilogue, and this last part (labeled "Epilogue 4") does as well. Parts 19 and 20 were written for my ow...
Authors note: This is a work of fiction. I have little to no knowledge of the well-known figures contained within this tale. Their actions in the story are pure fantasy and are not indicative to the best of my limited understanding of how they actually live their lives. This is the final chapter in Hanna's story, although there's always the possibility she...
This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *Can the scorpion ever stop being a scorpion?* {8:30 am, Monday, September 8th ~ Last day} [A ROOM FULL OF ASSISTANTS] Well ... there it was ... the office of the Executive Director to the President ... and not 'Executive Assistant' ... because this...
Chapter 1: A Strange New World I have written several stories, but this is my first submission to literotica. As a reader, I find that sex in literature is still somewhat of a taboo subject. When it is even present at all, it is often just briefly touched on with a lot of self-censoring before moving on to another subject. I may read a great story or advent...
~I will give them paradise and eternal life, then I will deceive them into disobeying me so that I can torment them in the flames of hell forever~ * ONE I didn't press the recorded message button. I knew it would be Victor. I didn't want to hear from him ever again. I threw on a pair of jeans, t-shirt and athletic shoes. Grabbed a pack of cigarettes and s...
At first, eighteen year-old Jason hated the fact that his parents had forced him to leave his home in San Diego, California, and to move out with them to butt-fuck Egypt in Riverside County. Their destination was the crappy little town of Benton, CA, which had a whopping eighteen thousand residents to call its own. Literally, Benton was a stone's throw from...
*Note to readers: The inspiration for this story is two-fold. A colleague at work didn't know I was listening when he was 'rocking out' to a John Denver song (there's a real oxymoron) my dad used to love called Rocky Mountain High. That, coupled with a movie my girlfriend, Kay, told me about some time ago called Laurel Canyon, gave me the perfect setting for...
Thirty-five didn't seem old to David, until he went to work that day. He'd never been attracted to small women but the new plant girl enchanted him like a powerful drug. She popped into the office then scurried from plant to plant with the magic energy of a pollinating bee completely at peace with its lot in life. Her smooth facial features and olive colored...