Chapter-5: The Man in White The day passed on. Sumitra after her initial discomfiture turned out to be pleasant company. However, she appeared to be pulled back by some apprehensive force that I failed to measure. She had that immense capacity to run a conversation while working. I too got caught up in work, unknowingly. She showed interest in my School d...
Little of what I've been writing recently turns out suitable for this site. The majority of readers who comment seem intent on getting stories that repeat what they've already read and I can't see any reason to upset them with my stuff. But I wrote this some time ago, no doubt in response to something I'd read here, and it certainly takes place in the famili...
It was one of those traditional Friday afternoons as far as the traffic was concerned. The speakers located in the door frames of the green Toyota SUV vibrated heavily to a pounding drum and baseline as Andrew Hargreaves pushing the volume dial upwards; while carefully navigating his way through the swell of cars and people carriers, he muttered something un...
"Can we stop for a bit? I need to get a drink or I'm going to pass out." Kal wiped his brow and adjusted the awkward weight of his traveling pack. The mid-day heat had made his dark skin shiny with sweat and his mouth and lips were gritty from the dust of the road. Astra was walking a few paces ahead, which had at least provided Kal a pleasant view for the...
Three As Nick snored beneath the sheets, his wife and daughter sashayed through the West End to Dimanche, causing heads to turn. A good choice aesthetically, a bad one in terms of practicality, Debra had to keep hoisting up the front of her dress to reveal a little less cleavage. Jan had always considered her daughter lucky: not only had she inherited each...
How I Met Your Mother: A Long Weekend Dublin Wednesday evening Sitting in a hire car in a secluded side street, Keira realized that her latest target wasn't going to be as easy to take care of as the corporate executive she had killed in Monte Carlo less than a week ago. The office where Henry Rice worked as a one of Europe's most well versed trial lawyers...
(Author's Note: I have endeavoured to make this story as readable as possible without people having to know or read the previous Wolf stories on Literotica. However, feel free to go back and read the others. And if you want, leave some feedback too, it's greatly appreciated...) * The room was cold, bare, windowless, uncompromising: perfect for interrogatio...
The short fat man swirled the brandy and then raised the glass and inhaled the heady fumes. He smiled when he considered that it cost the equivalent of a day's wages for many of the people living in his country. Life was good. Before he walked towards the balcony doors to open the drapes he turned off the room lights. Even though he was in the penthouse of...
Author's Notes: Thanks to my lady love for turning a simple stroker into one of my usual rambling epics. Also, a heartfelt shout-out to my beta readers Chris P. and Thornfoote for timely and helpful input. Finally, thanks to alphadachs for providing a tight editing job on short notice. All participants in sexual acts are adults. * * * * Stoneridge was...
I was standing on Mount Lemmon looking out over the desert at the lights of Tucson that night. The night that turned my whole damn life into one wild ride. I was bored. Tired of my job, tired of my now ex-girlfriend. Tired of life in general. The only thing that was going right for me was my Hawg. A 1956 Harley-Davidson Panhead. It's not often that a pe...