Bob Bledsoe was a forty-four year old visiting professor of Organizational Behavior at the University of Minnesota at the Twin Cities campus. He had obtained his doctorate several years ago and had a promising career as a professor until he was lured away by the big bucks that could be made in business. Bob was talented in that he was able to translate the t...
Author's note: This is an entry in the 2012 Literotica Valentine's Day Contest. Enjoy! Roses are red, violets are blue.Cupid is clumsy, Psyche's aim is true. ~~~~~ ~ A Strange Encounter ~ Aaron suddenly felt anxious. He had expected some uneasiness, but his day had been extremely busy. Morning classes, lunch with colleagues, afternoon office work; the he...
It was not the greatest porno movie Mort had ever bought, but it had some good moments. Right now the 'star', a big-breasted woman with a blowsy blonde hairdo was energetically masturbating a muscular African-American man's huge cock. It was at least fourteen inches long and incredibly thick. Jimbo laughed at the huge appendage, "Like a fucking baby with an...
*** 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 *********...
Author's note: Welcome back to this story, y'all! Hope you like this second chapter :-) If you're new to this story - welcome aboard! It would make more sense if you read Ch. 01 first, and if you've got a bit more time you may want to check out my previous series - "Lucky Bastard" and "Whiskey and Rye" - before starting this one, since they are all kind of...
Show & Tell Chapter 40 I was back to waiting for the hammer to fall. There was no way Elle was going to be able to skate around the father and son duo of Don and Sean. Not with Sean thinking that Elle was, somehow, involved with his father. For the next week. I avoided any contact with her, allowing her to watch and listen to everything and everyone i...
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Hanna-Barbera. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Inspiration for this story came from artwork by Alex Hiro. * George Jetson whistled happily to himself as he flew home in his car. He had managed to get through the week without getting fired. And his bos...
A/N: Please note that this is a novel-length story. It will be a sweet, slow burn until Ch. 06 for these two, but we promise that it will be worth the wait. ~ LivANDJay Part Two: A Fresh Start Text messages between Vanessa and Hannah... Hannah Taylor: Sooo... how did your dinner with Nate go? Did you talk about the *you-know-what*? Vaness...
Chapter Four Ellie was sipping her morning cup of English Breakfast Tea, and snacking on a glazed raisin scone. She had already been ribbed once by Detective Winston over the matter, but she didn't care. A scone and cup of tea was the best way to start what she knew was going to be a long ridiculous day. She sat in front of the components of the bomb, st...
If you were touring America these days and you wanted to contact your manager or, indeed, anyone back in the UK, all you need to do is switch on a laptop or tablet or smart phone and use Skype. And if not Skype exactly, you'd use Viber or exchange e-mails or instant messages. But in the early 1990s, the internet was very slow and ridiculously expensive and m...