CHAPTER VIII 'KALLIDORA' I could have stayed with Salmacis a long, long time. She would have let me, too. But it was not to be. I love Clytemnestra, even if it is only for a season, as Salmacis said. As Clytemnestra herself said too, in her way. So I departed with Clytemnestra, and with Eupraxia and Aristomache we went on towards the river, where now we fin...
Again this story is inspired by & dedicated to New Zealand author KJ Tatts, for both her posts on the Literotica Forum and her persona. * One of the most enjoyable parts of my job as a construction project manager is the variety in the working day, with no two days being the same. There are always problems to be resolved, people to direct, and the obligato...
(May 18th 2000) The new year of 2000 had come and gone without remark, full of the usual laughter, dancing and drunken cheering that always led them into a brand new January. The millennium bug didn't wipe them all out as the media had feared, computer systems went unaffected, the world didn't end at the stroke of midnight and life continued to pass by as i...
A thank you to BradBigBrain and estragon for copy-editing and suggestions. Enjoy ~ Red The sound of his Pet mewing and panting, as well as the sound of the Wand Love Seat's motor, brought him up short. Patrick's eyes narrowed slightly and curiosity made him wonder: how often had his naughty girl played when he was away on business trips? The level of trus...
Special Agent Dale Cooper was just returning to the Great Northern after a foray into the woods. He stood before the doors of the elevator, frowning slightly at the floor, his hands clasped behind his back. There was a gentle crease of concentration between his dark eyebrows as he pondered the facts of the day. The visit to Margaret's cabin had brought to li...
She leapt up the stairs in twos and threes, coming to a halt just in front of the door. "Morning Jenna." "Morning Miranda," Jenna replied as she leaned up against the avocado colored lockers and struggled severely to catch her breath. Of all people, didn't it just have to be the PE coach that saw her weezing and panting up a lung? She pointed to her watch...
If I went by accepted popular belief, she was impossible to conquer. She was a South Indian Brahmin. Unsurprisingly she was conservative but she was also intelligent, proud, sharp witted and very beautiful. Srila was attractive in a very Indian way, I guess. She was small at five and a half feet but had magnificent boobs and wide, curvy hips with a lovely u...
This is a work of fiction. It is also in an entire different universe. This chapter taps the different universe, more will be shown later as the disparity grows. *********** My name is Victor Gallagher, and, to best describe myself, I'm a geek. So much of one, in fact, I chose to go from wire frame glasses to a pair of Buddy Holly frames (y'know the thick,...
I met him in a bar. Yes, I know, of all the places to try and meet a guy, the bar was not my first choice. One warning that is universal, 'never date a guy you meet in a bar'. Good advice that I usually found easy to follow, but then I saw him. I went to California to visit an old friend and wanted to have a drink before I turned in for the night to my cle...
I met Zoe at a photoshoot. She was to grace the cover of a very popular local fashion magazine. She, and her agency, agreed to waive the usual fees. The cover was to be in support of PETA. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Zoe was a highly sought after model, and stubborn, very stubborn. I was asked to weave Zoe in a bikini out of rope for the cover of the nex...