Part 14 **Late Saturday afternoon** Gina stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, not particularly surprised at the sight, but very envious. Her two best friends, Britt, the blonde bombshell and Kate, the petite pixie with the jet-black hair, were sprawled across my king-size bed. I was naked, on my back, in the middle of the bed. Face down on either si...
A Date with the Devil PART ONE: THE WRIGGLING WRANGLER LUCIFER "So..." Rachel said, sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop patio, "you, Lucifer Beelzebub Satan, are in love with me, Rachel Christine Johnson." "Yeah," I sighed as I stirred my coffee, "I am." "How..." Rachel said as she searched the brimstone sky, hoping to find the words w...
ONE The front door burst open and slammed shut, and nineteen year old Katie all but stormed into the living room, throwing herself dramatically against the recliner. Claire, her mother, raised an eyebrow at her as she sipped her afternoon tea. "What happened this time, dear?" she said. "My holiday is ruined!" Katie wailed. "You mean to Bournemouth?" said...
I was in a state of unexpected excitement tempered with apprehension about having fallen into this situation. There was guilt too. We were in the back seat of a co-worker's car on the way to a Friday night staff bowling outing. Dorothy's head was cradled in my arm and we were kissing. Her arms were around me and my other arm and hand couldn't decide whether...
NOTE: All the characters in this story are above 18 years old. In the dim room I laid, surrounded by a circle of sex fiends, their leader by my side as we took in the most tragic spectacle of all: the fall of an angel. Even in darkness, the light of heaven seemed to fall on her, highlighting her like a lone lamb before the wolves. Lailah, the angel, l...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...
The second (and concluding) chapter has already been submitted to Literotica. Note to readers: This story is a stand-alone sequel to an earlier story, "Beer Busts: Suds, Songs, and Sex." However, some of the dialog and several of the minor plot-lines will be easier to follow if you have read the earlier story. ~~~~~ It was early June several decades ago,...
It happened so quickly and was so painful, that even that next morning, when the memory came to haunt and horrify, it all seemed blurry and out of focus — except for her face. Taylor's. Her smirk. Her taunting laugh. Those bits of it would never fade — never soften, for they were seared into Rebecca's soul — as if she had been branded by her chief rival. A...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Sarah MacKenzie Central Campus Apts. Duke University September 30, 1992 Dearest John, This has to have been the longest month of my life. I thought that if I waited to write to you, the pain of our separation would hav...