They say that nothing is more shocking than lightning from a clear blue sky and I suppose that any disaster is that much worse if completely unexpected. I was living a tranquil life of real contentment, married for over ten years to Louise, my soul mate, with two adorable kids (nine and seven) and in a job that brought home a comfortable income without taxin...
My mobile phone buzzed once on the counter of my bathroom and the rectangular outer screen lit up. I heard it as I stepped from the shower and despite the steamed up screen, I could see that I had a new text. It brought a shiver of apprehension. I suspected who it was from. And it made me wet. I ignored the irresistible temptation to look and threw open...
*** I'm not sure about the degree of inspiration, but I wrote this not long after seeing 'Constantine', so at least you know how old it is. This isn't anything like that. Well, as far as I can tell, anyway. Actually, now that I think about it, it really isn't like that at all. I just wanted to write something that felt a little nice to me. 0_o *********...
This second installment in the adventures of the Temporal Management Agency's most enigmatic operative is a long one. There is more story than sex, which is a departure from much of my work on Lit. But for those of you who want more than just the 'action,' I hope you will appreciate this. So get comfortable, pour yourself a drink, and enjoy . . . . *** Age...
This chapter resumes soon after the previous ends. 1 The drive up the sunny Outer Banks to retrieve surprise houseguest Constance turned out to be almost two hours, as the hotel at which the Treasury Agents stayed was way up the shore. 'Houseguest' was somewhat of a misnomer. This athletic, petite woman, during what began as a routine surveillance assignme...
Shelly is released from the hospital heartbroken and feeling alone. Will her family cheer her up, or drive her into a deeper depression? And what has Jessica been up to this whole time? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 16 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Prime Directives Shelly signed the documents, allowing her to leave the ho...
The middle portion of this story was intended to be conveyed in two separate columns, providing parallel presentations of different perspectives on the same events. Literotica's software does not permit such formatting. Accordingly, I have interwoven the material that was to be displayed side-by-side, formatting one portion normally and the other in ALL CAPS...
Chapter 1 – Flat Tire Chapter 2 - Help No one heard me. Is it possible? The house is so close. I shouted again. What I am going to do now? Could I have broken my ankle? Such things do happen, but why to me? I unbuckled the strap and gently touched the swelling. It was bigger than before. I took off the shoe and cautiously moved my ankle. More pain. Should...
Stockholm, Sweden, Saturday evening It is Saturday... how the hell did I end up alone in a hotel bar? My date cancelled at the last minute, that dick. All dressed up and no fun. I sipped on a martini, standing by the bar. Felt weird, standing there all alone... I considered just calling it a night, go home and curse all men. But hey, I am not leaving a drin...
This is the sort of girl who will shell multiple pistachios in advance. This girl, you just know she could do this for hours, perhaps forever, perhaps never having eaten a single nut in her life but having shelled and shucked and committed pistachio genocide, mass pistachio caesarean section, and done it endlessly. Pistachio financial planning for oblivion....