I'm standing in my socks, bra, and panties, looking at my closet like a fifteen-year-old girl on the first day of high school. For the last decade of my life, I've had two types of outfits; my uniform, and slut ware. Now I'm supposed to show up in a suit with short heels like a professional? I have only a few items that almost work, and they're for funerals....
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my prior series Criminal Affair 1-10, and unlike previously I chose not to piecemeal it out. I wanted this one all at once, and any future stories for this series will be done in this fashion as well. I would like to really thank Tigersman for the excellent editing. ---- Monday - March 17, 2025 -Chase Kramner- A long s...
Continual thanks to everyone for the high ratings and comments. I appreciate the feedback and I hope you're all enjoying this story. As mentioned previously the story is in darker territory and it sort of stays that way, though this chapter is not quite as intense as the last one. I'm keeping it in Non-Human because of Demorelle. If you're concerned about...
The sea has always fascinated me. The way the waves flow over the water. The amazing colours help focus your mind and bring a sense of calmness, inner peace and clarity. I have always loved just sitting on the beach in the same place watching the sea for hours on end. It's the closest thing to paradise or heaven. I suppose that's why I enjoyed helping Chris,...
Who needed sleep? Calliope Cruz had remained awake the rest of the night. After coming off an all time high in arresting Renaldo Cartucci she waltzed right into the clutches of a new adversary. One far worse if his words rang true. Threats made, promises of reward following them. Confusing times these last five hours. Eying her alarm clock she sighs heavily...
The night sitter replaced Jan Saturday night at 9pm. They spent two hours watching the TV provided by the Residence Hotel. He was an opinionated prick, Roger thought. At 11pm Roger went to the bedroom showered then went to bed. He left Tate watching the late news shows. Roger didn't want to discuss politics, which was why he left. Roger slept pretty well....
New York City SPENCER ENTERS THE POLICE PRECINCT AND the place is utter chaos. He had been in the many precincts in Washington D.C. while he was with the FBI but it was never like this. People were handcuffed to whatever piece of furniture could not be lifted and moved and the crowd of people looking for someone to talk to made it hard to maneuver through h...
How my wife Arlene and I met, and our backgrounds, are not particularly important for this story. Nor are detailed physical descriptions. Probably all of the background necessary to get a good idea of the relevant information can be summarized in a few paragraphs. At the most relevant time of this story, I, Austen Weston, and my wife Arlene, were both 33. W...
I hope you all like this one. I wanted to give you something slightly different with a little twist. ***** There is one thing I truly hate about my job and that is getting a late night phone call. When a call like that comes in, it means only one thing...murder. I've been a Homicide Detective for over 20 years and have seen the worse that a supposed civ...
This is my very first submission to Literotica although I have several more waiting in long hand I decided to wait to see how this submission is received. I welcome comments but please remember that I am not a journalist so keep the constructive criticism to content not sentence structure. Obviously any similarity of characters to anyone living or dead is pu...