The room was large, with a high ceiling and open beams. The man known as the Artist stood next to a large window, silhouetted against it. He was dressed simply, wearing black trousers and a black shirt. Two large theatrical spotlights were hung in the ceiling beams casting a harsh white light into the room. The double doors at the end of the room opened. Th...
This story is set in the Soviet Union, beginning in the Communist era, when two women tourists decide to ignore the rules on export of restricted items. There are consequences for both, for one humiliating and the other highly inconvenient. The story involves a sequel, when there is a return to scene at a later time. * * * * * Chapter 1 Alone at Last I...
Stealing Valentine's Day © Literocat 2017 Prologue This began as a 200-word writing exercise based on a random magazine cartoon and influenced by an old joke. Too short to publish, I allowed it to expand itself and broach several categories - humor, exhibitionism, reluctance, bi-sex, First times and brush against loving wives. Not all VD stories are happy...
This story does not fall neatly into any one category: Mature is a placeholder and relates to the fact two of my three characters are in their early fifties. The third person in the story is fifteen years younger. As is usual for me, the characters took over telling their own story after I launched it starting from a phrase that rang through my mind, "Ah, h...
Body Art: Tattoos Tattoos have been around since the Paleolithic area and have even been found on the frozen corpse of a Bronze Age man. Most tattoos through out history have been of the blue ink variety. Only recently have other colors become available. Even black light sensitive tattoos are now available. Tattooing was originally a tribal thing; in fact...
Author's note: the narrator becomes less of a douche bag as the story progresses. * Not too many living artists on the planet can get $600 for a pencil sketch, but I can. Jenna wanted a nude as a gift for her husband. She didn't earn much from her gigs as a model down at the guild. Her husband was pretty rich, but because Jenna was such a spend thrift, he...
We walked into the tattoo shop and I looked at the tattoo samples covering the wall. I had a picture of what I wanted in my head. He knew what I wanted too. He always knows what I want. He went to speak to the tattoo artist. I was looking at the drawings on the wall, but I was watching him. He moved like a panther, deliberate and seemingly at ease. His comp...
Suzy stood outside the large industrial building and hesitated. She looked again at the letter in her hand then pushed the door bell button beside the large steel door. Almost immediately the light over the door came on, then more than a minute passed. The door finally opened and a young woman with blonde hair, wearing a tank top tee shirt and a pair of jean...
----This story is continuation of the "Touch of Heart". Aman and Gloria had wonderful marriage life, and they had a daughter named Katie and a son named Ken. Their daughter was a succub like their mother and their son was shy and always avoided crowded area like their father. He was very weak, fragile boy. He always needed someone around him. And his famil...
'You tell me why this sculpture is worth $750,000.' 'Friedrich, darling, I have one word for you: Mirren.' That did it; for him there was no turning back. He chuckled deeply, his handsome brow furrowed earnestly. 'Why do you taunt me. You know that was a true lapse in my judgement, yet you never let me forget.' 'Of course you know the exact painting you...