Shannon reached under the counter in her kitchen and got out the sack of Lemons she had bought a couple of days before. She carefully cut them in half, began to rotate them on the little juicer. She knew the crew working out in the hay fields would be thirsty, it was hot as blazes and had been for over a week now. The weather report showed no relief in sig...
"Turn away from me and look over your shoulder." "Unclip your bra, let the ends fall apart." "Turn and face me, slip one of the straps, the left one, off your shoulder and let it dangle down your arm." "Put your hands on your head and slip your fingers into your hair." "Keep the bra on by the cups sticking to your boobs." "Now, pull one cup off. No not...
This is my third attempt to submit this rewrite of one of my very early stories; "The Big Pay Out' which even I have to admit was a load of crap, but my previous attempts were rejected as it was deemed to be an edited version of that story. If you go to that story you will see that it is very short and that I somehow managed to have it repeated (it still onl...
This story doesn't start with a pop and a bang. It is the way I remember things right after Viet Nam. It is pure fiction. If you are looking for wham, bam thank you ma'am and 50 screws in the first two paragraphs, you may as well skip this. It is my longest work so far. Enjoy! * May, 1968 The F-4 Phantom II fighter plane thundered down the final approach...
Chapter Three: Changing Fortunes I awoke the next morning with the sun beaming in my face and my body a little sore from sleeping on straw. As I rubbed my eyes, the clinking of the chains reminded me of where I was and the mess I was in. I looked around and found that the cell had not changed. I knew full well that morning that it was not all a terrible dre...
It has been 2 weeks, more than 2 weeks actually: 2 weeks, 3 days, 4 hours and some odd minutes. I kept telling myself that things would get easier. That this decision I made was for the best, and things would get easier. I needed to do this. I couldn't walk around for the rest of my life being someone's sex slave... regardless of how much I enjoyed it. It wa...
CHAPTER 1 The weekend couldn't come fast enough for Claire Peach. In Lee's first days working in the extremely up-market offices of Paterson Advertising he'd arrived home grumpy and muttering about environmental harassment. The sore head was even sorer when he arrived home on Thursday night. "Darling, you are just not an ivory tower person but then again...
Thanks go to Literotica user "CJMasterson" for proof-reading, and to reader Beth F. and Literotica user "Drenkara" for proofreading and alteration suggestions. It all started when Clarence e-mailed his ex-wife again. Robin brought it up casually, as if it was nothing important, while they were having dinner together: "You know, Clarence e-mailed me the o...
Please do not make the mistake of assuming the "when" in this story. It could be 1970, 2006, 2030 or whenever. I've intentionally blurred the time frame so that I don't get a bunch of inane political comments concerning current events from the lunatic fringe of any orientation. This is a story with military overtones; there are no dogs and no corporate Ame...
A prophecy is revealed, and Lyden's path is set. But he has more important things to worry about, like rescuing his childhood friend. Will he be too late? He has already delayed longer than he ever wanted to. The path to Brooke is wrought with peril, but will the path out be any easier? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 14 = = = = = = = =...