*To make everyone your friend you must first bury a bunch of bodies* * (This is for everyone who kept at me to work on this story; those who begged, pleaded, cajoled, requested, and that rare one who threatened to reach through the internet and beat me so badly my ancestor, who came across on the Mayflower [yes, I do have a Mayflower ancestor], would jump...
My name is Alan. The plan for this weekend was to spend it quietly with my wife Senda. Our kids had been shipped off to grandma's house.Sunday was my birthday, but we were going to make a weekend out of it. Friday when I got home from work there was a strange car in the drive way. Once in the house, the story about the car unfolded. It belonged to Gloria. G...
Chapter 10 Laughing of the Children When Frank walked into the office the next day the New York financial markets were just opening. In his eagerness to start his workday he'd been a little brusque with Floyd, and that made him feel bad. The older man looked confused with the break in their daily routine. Frank clicked on the internet and breathed a sig...
Sunday morning, Gloria's phone rang. She was nude, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and absently surfing different porn sites on the internet. Nude was Gloria's preferred state of dress. Since her divorce, she had changed considerably. She left her clothes in the closets and drawers, preferring to strut about her home in the altogether. "Hello,...
My name is Arlene. My husband, Steve told you the first four episodes of this story but then I took over. If you recall, Steve had taken some 'naughty' pictures of me one night when we were fooling around and then I agreed to let him post them to a bulletin board. This led to a lot of raunchy e-mail, hot sex between Steve and I, more pictures being sent, etc...
Gloria had just about had her fill of the Company for whom she had worked for the last five years. It seemed however much you tried to please them it made no difference and she felt overworked and undervalued. Because of the long hours she had been putting in, her boyfriend had ditched her and it certainly seemed like all work and no play. Management was po...
After my first encounter with lady Kim, I should perhaps explain what happened at her friend Gloria's house a month or so earlier.... In itself it was a very straightforward callout, a dripping tap in the ensuite of the master bedroom, should really have taken only half an hour at the most. It was the first callout of the day, barely gone 8am when I knocke...
The sun shone into the building's courtyard, bringing the rose colored walls alive with warmth. Everything was beautiful. The courtyard had all manner of flowers and bushes, arranged to form a circular seating area where the tenants could sit on the benches or lie down on a patch of grass which was in the middle. The building itself was an old Spanish mansio...
It was the early part of June, 2005, when Howard T. Hallowell walked in as Gloria was sweeping the store. He watched for a moment and then said, "Swabbing the floor, huh?" "Deck," Gloria said. "Huh?" "It's a deck, not a floor." Gloria straightened and then added, "and, no, I'm not swabbin' it, I'm sweeping it." Howard chuckled and said, "You know Andy Zi...
This is a revision of a story of the same title I posted to Literotica several years ago. The story, events, and characters are all fictional. *** My best friend, Terry, threw lavish parties on Friday nights when he was trying to close a big deal. Terry always invited me even though I rarely had anything in common with the rest of the guest list. I only at...