"Don't get into any trouble." Jasper Penaflor's eyes danced with humor as he kissed his wife and headed out the door. Harper watched him go, smile sliding away as she turned the lock. He'd made the same joke before leaving for work every night for months, the punchline being there was no trouble for her to get into. Harper stretched out on her couch, book i...
If you are reading DanielQSteele1's stories, and since you are interested in this essay, you ARE, then know that there are no happy endings in his stories. Not in the way the average reader will recognize. I have read all of his stories on Literotica so far (and am following When We Were Married, the on-going story), and there is one characteristic, one defi...
The Betrayal We were due to arrive on his world in two days, and because of this Oliver and I have seen very little of each other. We hadn't made love since then night I got my filters off because he rarely returned to our quarters and if he did, he came just to sleep, and hold me. However, the nights he was not with me seemed to trigger the nightmares agai...
I chose to walk home from the hotel, it was a stupid idea when Ceasar had actually insisted that he drive me home. I walked at a slow pace down an empty street a few blocks away from where I lived. I had inherited the house when I was only seventeen. My father had died of cancer and my mother had slipped into depression. I tried to get her to do stuff she lo...
Meet Gianna Stammati, a woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. She was born in the Gallipoli region of Italy, and moved to Canada with her family twenty five years ago. For quite some time, Gianna Stammati has been working for the people of Quebec as a policewoman. A ten-year veteran of the Gatineau Police Force, Gianna has a reputation as a cop who t...
I received the life insurance payments last year. My wife had died, struck down by a drunk driver. I'm not sure how I was able to continue living those nine months, but I know that the struggle was on breathing and moving and trying to avoid the crushing grief that welled up in pitiful sobs that made the struggle to breathe even more difficult. We had main...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = What happens when an avatar based on you is connected to your dreams.... and to your reality. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice awoke screaming, her naked body drenched in sweat. Since the nightmares began she had abandoned pajamas or nighties or even panties. The nightmares were bad. Waking up sweat...
Movies have made me the voyeur that I am and I am suing. I do not hide the fact that I am a voyeur, a voyeur who loves exhibitionist women. Oh, yeah, I love to watch, especially if you love to show. When I think about women wearing short skirts that shows their long, shapely, shaved legs and the triangular patch of white or pastel panty when they sit even...
Tuesday, 7:30 PM "We've detected a crash. Is anyone hurt?" OnStar asked. I heard the words, but they were nothing more than noise particles annoying my new peace. "We've got assistance on the way." Soon there were other voices—more like background noise—screaming orders. I felt my body rise up. It was floating among the clouds on my way to heaven. A s...
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, to find my sweetie, Amina Alzahrani, either crying or tossing and turning. That's when I know for sure that she's dreaming of her old life in Yanbu, Saudi Arabia. As liberated as my sweetie says she is, I can see in her eyes that Amina is still haunted by the country and people she left behind. Those nightmares...