CHAPTER THIRTY Brownlow rang the Swain house at 9:15am, a time when he could be reasonably sure that Cynthia would be home alone. "I want to talk to you, alone." "I don't think that would be a very good idea." "I don't think that you are in a position to dictate terms. If you have anyone with you when I get there I go straight to the station and present m...
I'd like to thank Randi for her editorial help and for heading up this show! I'd also like to thank the Literotica staff for their assistance, too. Any errors are mine. The gentle rocking motion awoke Karen Arwol from her slumbers in the California King Size bed. At first, she wondered if she had been dreaming and was still dreaming, but then the reality o...
I have decided to make this a comedy posting. Why? Recently, I went looking for a book on one end of the crazy spectrum. The book had been (loosely) based on an episode during World War II, and it was supposed to "prove" that Pope Pius XII could not qualify as "Hitler's Pope." Instead, this conspiracy theory had Pope Pius XII using the Jesuits to assassinat...
Author's Note: Welcome to the third and final chapter in the saga of Ree the goblin. I have to admit, I had a blast writing this story – it was a lot of fun to depart from some of my earlier writing. It would be interesting to write a sequel, but maybe not for a while yet. Again, many thanks to the author Karaline – without her support, insight and editing...
I. IN LOCO PARENTIS (AND OTHER LATIN PHRASES) You can call me Carl, although I'm Mr. Gillett to my students at the suburban high school where I'm Head of Social Studies. I made the mistake of marrying a beautiful woman, physically beautiful, that is—the “prom queen” type. She was a willowy blond with tits like apples. For the purpose of this survey, I'll...
My apologies for taking so long in getting Part III published. There have been severe storms in the Chicago area and my area has been hit twice this summer. I purchased a generator and went 5 days running my house on petrol—egad was that expensive; but the wine was chilled. I then went an additional 4 days without the internet! Somehow, I survived! If you r...
Michelle was a sweetheart of a girl. She was pretty, well groomed, with long blonde hair, blue/green eyes, and a smile that could melt the hardest heart. Her blonde hair was a real blonde, coming from a nearly pure Scandinavian lineage. The girl was a beauty. She had the great body that often comes effortlessly to a woman of twenty-two years of age. She had...
Hey guys enjoy chapter 2 and as always leave feedback and comments!! Trace- The next morning didn’t bring any relief to my savaged mind or my anger over my situation. I stretched my tall frame out in the bed feeling the spot next to me was empty. ‘Rachel must have snuck out before her parents woke up.’ I thought to myself pulling myself from my bed. I h...
A blushing bride at 19, my first year of married life was not exactly what I had imagined it would be. I'm still just outside of Utica, New York and the year is 1974. * * * * * * * * 1. Our first home. One first home was right out of the pages of Badder Homes and Gardens. We rented a house that was only a mile away from my old home and was fairly close to...
Isis sighed softly as her maids painted her nails, the sun was just peaking over the edge of the earth casting lovely paints of pink, yellow, blue, and orange across Heaven's expanse. Dressed in nothing except a thigh high lace shift, Isis inhaled the early morning scents as they drifted threw her balcony window, as always the wild foreign textures from the...