At the end of my junior year I felt I had to take a personal inventory. It went: Looks -- average. Maybe better; hard to be objective. Athletics -- average, definitely. Brains -- much better than average, as long as you count only nerd smarts. Assets -- well, no debt (my parents were both successful professionals), and I had a cool old British sports car, wh...
It was this past summer when I took an old friend up on an offer to come out to L.A. and work for his photography business. My prospects were pretty dim for the summer when I accepted. So I packed up my old Honda Accord and made the drive west (always helps to have friends willing to pay for your gas money). When I finally saw the skyline of Los Angeles and...
As I sat in my unmarked car up on the third floor of the parking garage I glanced at my watch. It was 1:02AM. "Hey detective, when are these guys supposed to show up again?" said one of the uniforms sitting in the car with me. "They should be here now." I said looking at the drug dealer leaning against a pillar waiting for his daily delivery of Climax. "I...
A few minutes after six the doorbell rang; Bruce opened it and smiled at Kathy. "Come on in," he said. Keeping her at arm's length, he said, "Let me look at you." She held out her arms in a model's pose and slowly whirled around. She was wearing a fitted royal blue short sleeve dress with a white flower print pattern. It had a button front and fell to mid-...
This story is also my entry in the 2008 Literotica Halloween Story contest, so please, enjoy the story and then cast your vote at the conclusion. Thanks The Author wishes to thank and give credit to H.G. Wells for his 1898 novel The War of the Worlds, as well as to Howard Koch, John Houseman and Orson Wells for their efforts on the 1938 Mercury Theater on t...
Once again, edited by Wolf Vixen with much thanks XI "Thank you, Jessica..." Ryan slammed the door and locked it as quickly as he could, leaving Jessica outside; he hoped that, with any luck, she would simply disappear from his mind now that she was out of his sight. This was going to be difficult enough; the last thing he needed was having her haunt his...
This is mainly true, somewhat embellished but precipitated by real events in our past. All this happened during that happy time of free love, in the days after The Pill freed women (and couples) from fear of pregnancy, and before AIDS and other STDs made everyone fear sex without wearing hazmat suits. We spent most of the next day in bed. Got up for breakfa...
That night I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I could smell her, like she was there setting fire to my veins. I did everything I could to quench my desire, including... you know, that thing that guys do when they've got a girl on the brain. Except that a couple of days ago Angela wasn't a girl. How did it happen? People don't change overnight,...
Thanks to all who leave meaningful feedback. Graeham Goble: "Oh, lady, I think it's only fair I should say to you 'Don't be thinking that I don't want you, 'cause maybe I do.'" + + + We were sitting in the hot tub enjoying a warm August night. Next to me was my bride of three years, Elaine. Across from Elaine was her mother, Lydia. While Elaine was wearin...
AUTHOR'S NOTE - This one was meant for Halloween, though it may be a bit late by the time it's published. It's NOT nice though, don't be expecting a light-hearted monster romp. Oh well. One word of warning though - you may find the lack of attention to historical detail more horrifying than the story itself. ****************** The blade of the digger gave...