Harry Johnson sat on a park bench. The day was sunny and warm for November, only a trace of chill in the air. Still, he noticed most people had a light jacket with them, either on their bodies, draped on their arms, or tied around their waists. Harry was the typical recent retiree. Since he'd left teaching last year (389 days ago, to be exact), he'd tried t...
"How do you know?" Harry asked hanging on the rack of clothes. "I just do," answered Corinne not even bothering to glance in his general direction. "How the hell do you know if a shirt will fit you if you don't go and try it on first?" Harry pressed. "It just baffles me. The amount of clothes you return to the store after trying them on at home, the store...
Harry sat down at his desk, signed on to his computer, and opened his e-mail box. The first message was from Ed Slate. It said, "Got the pic. I don't know her, but I know of her. It's a long story. Call me." At that moment he heard Gloria's voice on his intercom. "I've got Ed Slate on line one, Harry," she said, "pick up and I'll be right in." "Olivia, s...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material maybe not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. Harry felt fingers reach back around his head and loosen the blindfold, pulling it away from him. The black turned to dark gray. He then felt fingers peeling pads off his eye sockets, pads tape...
Harry hated Halloween, it was just one of those times of year that reminded him he was different. For someone trying to blend back into society, fitting in was very important and Harry's refusal to have anything to do with Halloween hampered him from fitting in. So while throughout his office people were wearing costumes and getting ready for the Halloween p...
As always, this story is entirely the product of the author's sick and demented mind. The story is the final phase of Harry Dick's Christmas Story, written at the suggestion of a number of writers on Literotica. My thanks to DanielleKitten for her read as I was composing this little tale and anyone else who gets a chuckle from my character's antics. For thos...
I had a little more fun with this episode, the last 2 took more effort than I like to put into a piece. I enjoy the writing experience more when the story flows, like it's writing itself. This piece does some clean up of the mess the last 2 parts made... * * * * * Resistance Is Futile...But Pleasurable Chapter Four "Do not move." Seven said softly as s...
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty n...
Harry stopped pedalling and slowly cruised towards the houses she had told him about. One of the doors was ajar, and he could see her face in the semi-darkness behind it. Harry approached the door and she quickly opened it up, backing away to let him push his bike into the living room. He closed the door behind him and turned to face her. She was smiling at...
I have been happily married for almost ten years to a wonderful man and we love each other dearly. We had met in college at Charlottesville. I was a virgin when we married and he introduced me to sex. We have a wonderful home in northern Virginia and my husband is a very good provider. He treats me like a queen. And I feel like I am his queen. He gives me lo...