Three years ago my nineteen year old white daughter drove along with me five hours north from our home in Southern Indiana to a city on the shoreline of Lake Michigan. Now I had always suspected that Bethany was sexually active since she was close to twenty, but I did not realize that her preferences included black men. I must preface this story with the fa...
"Herr Profesor Abercrombie!" The husky female voice didn't startle Ian Abercrombie. It only yanked his mind off the essays he slogged through. He glanced up. Marianne Witmerhaus' casual couture blocked his office door. She hadn't been a surprise, having alerted him weeks earlier of her visit. Ostensibly she traveled to attend "the tennis." Engage in some...
As usual, it may help to read the first chapter: The Secret Life of George Prufrock * It was a perfect autumn day when George Prufrock and his wife Janet attended Myra Lennon's outdoor potluck supper. As Janet chatted with her friends, George wandered across the flagstone patio and into the living room: a man ignored, virtually invisible. He was the sort t...
Perched in the doorway between deep sleep and wakefulness, I know that it is dawn. I can see light through my closed eyelids, and the rhythms of nocturnal sounds have stopped. The citizens of daylight—pets, people, sparrows, cattle, are all preparing for their appearance in the day, and do so in quietude. It is silent, building, awaiting activity. The chill...
©Nora Quick 2013 If you are reading this on any site other than noraquick.com, noraquick.yolasite.com, or literotica.com it has been reproduced without permission and is in violation of copyright. Please contact [email protected] right away. * I think I fell in love with John the first time I heard him. I'd walked into the Green Mill like so many oth...
Sometimes, when everything is quiet, and I don't have much going on, I'll crack open a cold beer and sit and stare up at the stars in the night sky. It's at moments like that when memories come back to tease me. I had not thought about this encounter in years. I think I had tried to compartmentalize it and flag it as "do not remember." I failed. As I recoll...
***This is the final chapter. I hope it hasn't been too hard to follow. With everything in place for Kate and Jürgen, I can now take the reader to the ending in one hopefully enjoyable go. This was never meant to be a long romancy thing. Rather, It's more of a little tale where two people find a lot for themselves in a very short time, so I've kept it a litt...
Note: I am not, nor have I ever been a sailor, whether Navy or Merchant Marine. If I have made any technical errors regarding these ships, it is a result of my imagination, and everything here is a work of fiction. In some cases, names have been changed to protect the guilty. Chas * It was after midnight when I pulled up slowly at the end of my driveway. W...
During Buttercup's third week, she is given free time in the afternoon, so long as her chores are done. It turns out that Marilee is an important little cow on the Farm, and many meetings, tasks, and duties take up her time. She cannot keep track of Buttercup every minute. One blissful afternoon, after the two of them had sucked each other's breasts empty a...
My wife was known for her imagination. She was also known for her ability to get what she wants. She was also sneaky as hell. Stir these three facts into a preamble about fantasies and I was instantly on guard. How dare she? Here I was on this sunny Thanksgiving afternoon. I had cooked the turkey for her. I had been polite to her friends and family who came...