Chapter 1 The cold front covering New England was so intense that the conditions outside Karen Lincoln's nineteen-twenties farmhouse were Siberian-like and according to the local radio station's weather forecast, it was unlikely to get any warmer over the next five days. It had snowed heavily for three days, leaving a blanket of snow three feet deep and iso...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Part 4 Once back in Brussels we continued, in a much more seriously detailed manner, the conversation we had started during our week-end away - whether to combine our lives in a more practical fashion, and if so in which of our two separate...
Wednesdays were always boring for Holly, and this one was worse than most. Her usual trade didn't hit the streets until the end of the week when they got paid, or until the welfare checks came. This wasn't the week for the welfare checks. It was cold, and there was a light mist falling that promised to turn into snow very soon. She could move up a few blocks...
Perhaps a few opening remarks. This is another one of those ideas that have been sort of roasting in the oven for a long time. If you decide to read it you'll see it is definitely a 'loving wives' story. I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to leave a remark or two when you've finished. Your comments are always welcome. * Part One: Suspicion, Dis...
Cheating and Rivals Part 44 Jen knew Frank was close. "Remember," she said, looking into his eyes and stroking his face. Frank nodded. His muscular body was covered in sweat. They'd been fucking for almost 15 minutes (like most men, he always lasted longer the second time). His face was a mask of concentration as his body climbed closer and closer to the p...
AUTHOR'S NOTE I often receive requests for stories but I also have a naysayer or two who accuse me of writing my own requests. For this story I have included the request from a fan named Stewart who sent me the e-mail below. I took his story line and embellished the story quite a bit. As I was writing it I found that I could write about this step-mother ext...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 11 Concert Saturday morning and afternoon seemed to crawl by. I tried to keep busy by doing odd chores around the house and then a bit of shopping, including a large bunch of roses for Lucy. At one stage I was tempted to go to wher...
Hi. Thanks for all the work you did to get Dreams of Destiny and Running on Fumes out. This is a portion of my new novel which is about 74% completed. It's very different from my other stuff. Comments and crtitiques are VERY welcome. Every year the symptoms of PCT, or Pre-Christmas Tension, began in the Hansen family on what Kristen's father, Karl Hanse...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
Philip Johnson Prologue An advisory to Literotica readers. This is a very long story involving photography for the first few chapters, and yes I do know that concept has been beat to death. I do hope that i've managed to give that idea a fresh treatment, and you'll stay with the story to see where things go. Good reading, Thornapple. Owen was forty one,...