'Another?' 'You know me, never pass up a Single Malt, it might be my last,' Bernie said and drained his glass. 'You've been drinking my Scotch and saying that for more than 40 years,' Don commented as he lifted himself out of his chair with a groan. 'Jesus Christ!' he said testily, 'Can't stand or sit anymore without making a noise.' 'Tell me about it,' h...
Chapter 1 Stella Rauth's mother Marianne ranted when her youngest daughter announced she wouldn't be going to college. As the sparks began to fly, her father David intelligently yelled he was going for a walk and disappeared. When he returned the house was still standing, nothing inside appeared broken and mother and daughter were in their respective bed...
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Author's Notes: © Copyright Darkniciad. If this story appears anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, it is posted without my permission and is likely incomplete/improperly formatted. Please go to Literotica and search for Darkniciad to find the real, authorized version of this tale. This tale takes place in my fantasy world, and cente...
Author's Note: This story is intended as a follow-up to my earlier story "His Favorite Birthday" under the topic "Loving Wives". You'll see why I reclassified this one. * The morning after his birthday, Ross had quite a vodka-induced headache, but he was smiling as he made the coffee. Maybe it was more like smirking. The day before, his wife Kate had give...
Thank you for stopping by and checking out my story. It's the first of a three part series. The game Overwatch figures into this tale, and although I usually try to avoid pinning my stories down to a specific time, this particular story is set around September to December 2017, and by the time it got published, some of the characters, abilities and powers h...
It was Saturday afternoon and I had just gone outside and picked up the mail from the mail box. There was an envelope among the bills I didn't recognize. The return address was from a company called, "Heritage4You", and was addressed to my ten year old son Jimmy. I went inside and laid the bills, advertisements and junk mail on a table. I picked up the stran...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It was a scene out of a bad movie, really. A really bad movie, not just your average bad movie. Like those "Lethal Weapon" massacres, the type of movie where bodies just get stacked up, and the death of people does not mean a damn thing. The type of movie that involves car chases and such, shoot outs on highways and byways, the kind of movie that she always...
I have to start with, I never intended for it to go that far. Okay, so, now that that is out of the way, here goes. I'm a fairly young French teacher in a rural high school. I spent my first couple of years out of college substitute teaching in the same district I teach in now, so by the time the school superintendent decided it would be a good idea to hi...