Thank you for your comments, ideas, thumbs up and down - they drive more of these stories and are very much appreciated. For readers that have read previous chapters, welcome back. If you are picking up this story for the first time, I try and write so you can jump in at any part. Sometimes more successfully than others. Either way, glad you clicked. Hop...
I checked! Stories need to be at least 750 words long to be accepted on Literotica, and that's the exact length of this story. I offer you, my shortest ever story. No beginning and no end. Just the middle bit, which some find the most juicy. Please read it for what it is, a snapshot of a couple's relationship. +++++++++++ I sat there checking the time...
I may have missed the deadline for the 750-word challenge with this, my first submission, but it was fun parsing it down from the original 1100. Let me know if it works. ***** "I love you." Hearing Sally, I smile from the hallway of our greenbelt apartment. It had been an uphill journey--hell, it was climbing El Capitan freestyle for the last month--but m...
Daniel Matthew Morganson strode down the hallway, his Florsheims clicking authoritatively against the marble-lined floors. Colleagues of the eminent lawyer quickly sidestepped out of his way, accustomed to his manic depressive bouts of anger and clients looked after him with a mixture of fear and awe. After all, he was Daniel Morganson and at the age of thir...
4 Brad At a certain point capital achieves critical mass, after which, barring cataclysmic misjudgment or misfortune, it continues to grow. I can't precisely quantify that point, but unquestionably my capital has exceeded it ,and I now have only five employees. Four work in the Century City offices. Each has an exalted title, which opens doors and looks g...
It was the green fire of the homeless woman's eyes; dazzling in the September morning sunlight, that kept Victria's attention. Otherwise, the woman, somewhere in her early to mid twenties, was remarkable only in that she happened to be picking through a curb side trash receptacle; wearing a thread bare Cowboys sweat shirt, dingy gray jeans with a plastic sho...
"Cathy, what the hell does a cute guy like him see in that bony little bitch?" "What are you talking about? She's bright, well educated, interesting, has a great sense of humor—and a better career than either of us do by a long shot. She's a damn good person...honest...decent to the core." "She's also skinny, virtually boob-free and not very pretty...she's...
Sam saw Karen go to her knees before Mr. Borges, but most of his attention was on his own wife who quickly dropped to her knees at Mr. Parsons' feet. She took Mr. Parsons' hard cock in her hand and stroked it before bending her head down to accept his penis into her mouth. As he watched her head begin to bob up and down, Sam wondered whether this was the fir...
Executive Selection It Begins Amanda was awoken by her boss's subtle approach to mergers and acquisitions. As she surfaced from a delicious sleep, familiar sensations eased into her consciousness: his hand caressing her breast; his lips kissing her softly on the neck; and the warmth of his embrace as he nestled up behind her. She gave a little sigh and mo...
Author's Notes: Decades ago, I wrote this story under another nom de plume. Recently came across my original text with old photographs of my first love, and decided to refresh and update it for your reading pleasure. As always, all characters are eighteen or older. Please enjoy. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I recently attended my tenth-year high school reunion. It was good t...