Chapter 9 By six o'clock, I was drunk. I'd gone down to the hotel bar and had several cocktails. I skipped dinner, and as I sat there, I remembered Melanie and her offer. "Hey," I called out to the bartender. "Where's the Holiday Inn?" "It's just a couple of hotels up the beach. It's the one with the big assed parking lot." "Oh, yeah," I said, "I know the...
More than one level of the TIL arcology was filled with gardens. Light came through sunroofs, the slanting windows, or was piped in via fiber-optic line to the hydroponic tanks in deeper areas. "The Tachyon building is a self-sufficient work environment. We can operate independent of outside support if necessary. We can grow our own food and generate our ow...
They didn't have to evacuate the little cottage in the Village By The Sea, but this is not the vacation Mr. Helms had wanted to take with his family. Florida was not so hot this time of year, and the kids loved the idea of taking a week off from school. Even Selene had been able to join them from the middle of her senior year at the University. Mr. Helm hadn...
Author's Note: I wrote Hurricane Season in the first person, but it was not about me. Two days after Hurricane Season appeared on Literotica, Hurricane Irene (which was already a powerful hurricane when I began writing Hurricane Season) hit us much harder than anyone expected. I am writing this for my husband, Will, who is staying at home with no power while...
I realized when my marriage of 15 years ended that I didn't want to do that again. It's not that I have anything against marriage, it's just that there are some creatures that simply don't thrive in captivity. I'm one of them. Instead, I took my show on the road. Taking my lead from those Travel Channel programs, where the host samples the cuisine from vario...
SOL-4/ Mars Jena followed Kinkaid through the Holdfast at his side. Other occupants got out of their way. The corridor linking the control room with the cafeteria was lined with windows facing the rusty Elysium Plains expanding to the horizon in every direction. “Even with this system-wide crisis our friends at TIL are utterly deaf when it comes to questio...
Author's Note: Welcome randy reader. I am honored that you have selected my story. I have written 'The Tempest is Thy Namesake' in three parts covering the expanding sexual explorations and experiences of Wendy Rains. I hope that my randy readers will find that each part reads well enough as a stand-alone story. For those many readers that are here to only...
"Damn, damn, damn," I muttered. The track of Hurricane "Grace" -- the seventh named storm of the year, had turned ninety-degrees and the track now took the eye of the Category Two storm directly into the east coast of Florida. "JIM," I screamed at my production assistant. He turned with a serious look on his face. "Get me set up again. We've got to do anoth...
He saw her hanging onto a tree, her body buffeted like a rag doll by the intense wind and pelting rain. "Can I get to her?" he muttered to himself. "She's going to let go and be swept under by the water at any moment." He drove his Ram to the highest spot he could find, and stopped, without turning off the engine. The water still covered the wheels. He pic...
Once the semester ended at the University, Christopher drove Elyse in his old red pick-up south to the Gulf of Mexico. Elyse's older sister, Selina owned a beach house there and insisted Elyse visit as a reward for completing her doctorate. Elyse propped her beautiful white legs on the dashboard, barefoot. She wore white cut-off shorts, a pale blue halter, s...