(c) Daniel Quentin Steele – 2010 Author's note: There is a real State Attorney's Office headquartered in Jacksonville. Facts about locations and elements of the office organization has been changed, because it makes for a better story. This time I'm taking a chance by submitting without Lady Pine Rose's input since she's tied up elsewhere so I hope readers...
I'm beginning to think that intelligence is over rated. After spending nearly my entire life in the collection of knowledge, I've begun to see weakness in what I've done. Right now you're thinking this guy is no rocket scientist. And you know what? You're right. I'm the smartest guy in the room. I'm a Theoretical Physicist. I'm the guy who scares rocket sc...
Dear readers, If you haven't read Chapters 1-5, I suggest you do so before reading this chapter. You'll miss out on a lot of previous action unless you start with Chapter 1. * * * * * Tom just grinned at John, "Sorry Bud—maybe some other time. We need to be alone tonight—it's our Christmas and New Year's Eve, and I don't have a curfew!" John and Debbie...
The door swung hard hitting the wall loudly and knocking some things from Armin's dresser. We found ourselves looking at Mei-Hua. She was holding a few bags of takeout and a cardboard cup holder with two large sodas. Everything in her hands hit the floor at her feet with explosive results. "You're fucking my sister?" She looked as if she were in a state of...
Bill eased his car forward until the tennis ball hanging from the length of twine touched the windshield, then he shoved the shifter into park and turned the engine of his Jeep Cherokee off. He punched the controller on the visor and the garage door slowly closed behind him, leaving the outside world behind. It was good to be home in his safe and sane refuge...
We were having our usual family dinner at the kitchen table. Just Amy and I because our kids are grown and out of the house. The meal was a simple veggie stir fry concoction I whipped up. I fixed dinner tonight because she had something going on at the school where she worked and was late getting home. Amy's usually home before me but not tonight. We decided...
Hello All! This story was the second place winner of the 2011 Nude Day progress, and even though it was second, it turned out to be the most popular story I ever posted up here on Literotica. This was a fun one to write, and the funny thing is -- even with a rather exotic locale and a fair share of sex, this is pretty darned old-fashioned love story. Sinc...
Many afternoons Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches or along the wall of the large circular fountain sending splashing rainbows of water into the air. This day, h...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
Sam Morrison stood next to his bed, examining the clothes he had set out. His travel bag, bought just for this trip and giving off a strong smell of new leather, was open on the floor and ready to be stuffed full. "Then to the airport and after that Fort Lauderdale is going to catch hell," he said under his breath, mouth splitting into a feral grin. The ce...