Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Game'. Chapter 8: Deception From the palazzo we set out on foot at a leisurely pace towards Ponte Rialto. La Contessa is in her element, nodding her head in greeting to every passing stranger as we stroll along the canal side paths and elegant squares of the city....
Francesca smiled as she opened the door. "Yes?" "Hello. I've come to fix the washing machine," said the tall and handsome man. Francesca smiled, adjusting her small square eyeglasses. "Of course! It's right here in the bathroom." Francesca was slim, small-chested and wide-hipped brunette with a ponytail, wearing jeans and a red-white-striped sweater. The...
It was a lovely sensation to be a member of the Howells family. At 18 years of age, I was now the foster daughter of Adele Howells. Her gorgeous daughter Francesca was my sister, to play kinky games with. Also I had the added pleasure of Joanne Harper, who had been persuaded to join us for the evening. Having exactly the same blonde hairstyle as Joanne, made...
"So Francesca is confirmed!" Li told me excitedly "She will be here next Friday." Li had been talking with her best friend from college for some time about a visit and was happy to get it confirmed. I was not as excited, but smiled and told her that was great. I have been married to Li for almost six months. She is a beautiful woman who is originally from T...
The following day was Saturday and the husbands, Olivier and Dave, left early in the morning for a scheduled weekend fishing trip in the Bay of Islands, north of Auckland where we live and were due back Sunday. At least this is what Paula and Francesca believed was happening. In truth, the men were going fishing with a group of Olivier's medical friends from...
The scrawny, balding man with a pointy nose and large ears cleared his throat. He was seated up on the dais wearing his black robe. He spoke in a low tone. "Will the jury foreperson please stand," he half asked, half instructed. A bronze-skinned woman wearing too many bangles and a lot of bright purple hair weave stood. The judge inquired, "Has the jury re...
Note: This story is very, very short and fast paced. More importantly, it is all 100% real! Hope you like reading it as much as we enjoyed our 'lunch'! Francesca sighed. From the moment she had stepped into the office the phone had not stopped ringing and each problem seemed to grow arms and legs. She sipped her coffee and looked at her phone. Nothing. Dec...
"So have you heard from Francesca recently?" Oliver asked her. Naomi paused just momentarily. "Not apart from that one email I showed you. But she's coming for lunch on Friday, so we'll catch up there, I guess." Oliver smiled inwardly, wondering if his performance would be a matter of discussion. Naomi bought him up short: "But it's a whole team thing – so...
Copyright Otto26, 2007 * Spaceships, Francesca knew, should hum. The fusion reactor at the heart of the ship should transfer its warmth to the reaction mass and spew it out. The process should make even the best ship tremble like a living thing when it was under way. This ship, however, seemed to... moan. It was perhaps the least obvious of the differences...
As each day went by I held my breath. Was this going to be day Francesca fell off the wagon. I knew she was doing it hard, especially as I had also forbidden her to smoke. You may feel this was unduly harsh, but I felt smoking was feeding her craving for alcohol. Francesca was on edge and irritable, and I could tell she was not sleeping well. Often I would h...