Their first attempt to drive back to the capital was smooth, with very little traffic once they got out to the SCTEX road connecting the Central Luzon provinces of Pampanga and Zambales to the North Luzon Expressway. Cocoy was at the wheel and singing along to some of the new songs from Lintik Records' newest rock bands. Kidlat was watching him from the pa...
Author's Note: This's the second time I'm posting this article on Literotica. The first time it was up didn't go down so well. I kept getting attacked by anonymous trolls. Which I didn't handle in the manner I felt an adult should have. But I've decided to put it back up. Not because I wish to get under the skin of my critics, but for the reason I first put...
Trevor had finally fallen asleep. It was the first time he had managed to fall asleep before the sun had rose for well over a week. He really needed this sleep. But there was a stirring in the bed beside him, not enough to jolt him awake, but his wits were slowly returning to him. Someone was in bed beside him, odd given that Trevor had gone to bed alone....
I do not make a habit of eavesdropping. Some nations force it on you: Australia, for example. I also often wonder about coincidences. Recently, on a too-short trip to California, I was unable to not listen in to two burly Australians in a hotel bar. They looked to be three or four whiskies in as one attempted to console the other in a typical (typically inef...
In the room at the top of the house was a door that had never been opened. It was an ordinary door that would lead to somewhere extraordinary for the one that did. *** Outside the children sang as they played their games, "Gay go up, and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town. Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's. Brickbats an...
The idea of the betrayed professor was inspired by Wendylicker's great series Making an Honest Woman. This story takes a different point of view. If you hated my previous stories, you will undoubtedly hate this one, and comment accordingly. Let 'er rip. If you enjoyed my previous stories, I hope you enjoy this one. Thanks to psiberzerker for his valuable c...
The last time I'd thought about a Marine recruiter was when I talked to the one who had ultimately signed up me as brand-new member of the USMC, or Uncle Sam's Misguided Children as some of us would say. So I was a little surprised, five years later and two years into my second hitch, having been a buck sergeant for both of them, I found myself standing in m...
"Rise and shine Neighbors." The cheerful exuberance of Dayna Houser exploded upon the scene of her unlocked guest house. Being the owner she was a bit too open for most people. Without any warning whatsoever she barges into the house and pushes a cart full of wonderful breakfast foods of freshly baked muffins, scrambled eggs, and diced fruit. Looking at her...
It was a sweltering hot day at the county correctional facility. I lay sweating on my bunk wearing my tiniest bikini panties, my bra less breasts trickling sweat onto the rough bed sheet. My cell mate, Lynda, threw back the door as she entered, "God Candy, by all that's small and dangly, it's bloody hot." She always makes her references about me, I'm a tr...
I don't know how else to explain the days after Brian left, other than carnal. We talked at length about what had happened with the three of us, and the time Ash was with him alone. Yes, there were moments of jealousy, but we talked through them. Fantasizing about this together for so long, and then living it out, was much more intense than either of us tho...