The next morning came and Rihanna awoke, opening her eyes she found herself being held by James tightly and lovingly in the bed. She still wore the latex bodysuit she had worn for James the night before, and she was wet and sticky in places and she smiled to herself remembering what they did together only hours earlier. Their train from Paris to Amsterdam wo...
Author's note: The series continues with this season 6, episode 9. The series doesn't reset, but follows the show's story sequence. One of my readers requested adding pictures of the new characters, but this is not allowed by Literotica. When a new character is introduced, I will put in parenthesis the character's real name so you can look them up on the in...
My name is Jim Watson. At the time of this story I was thirty-five years old and going through one of the worst times in my life, so far. The day after I had pledged almost everything I owned to finance a business deal, I had a heart attack which landed me in the hospital for thirty-six days and unable to work for almost six months. The people I was doing bu...
This is a story attended for adults, not for those who adults feed, watch, and change. If you are over 18, and still your mom makes your bed, you can read this but you are immature. ANYONE UNDER 18, DO NOT READ THIS. Go outside and play. Copyright © 2004. Blanket permission is granted to reproduce this work in any medium for any nonprofit purpose. For other...
Pt. IX: Assignations Jack called Caitlin before he left for Pahrump. It was 5:30 a.m. his time which meant 8:30 her time. He excused his failure to be there as he said he would be when she called with the report of the urgent message from Sam Hanson. Jack briefly reported on the two new additions to the list of women who mysteriously disappeared, Candace P...
I was angry. Not for nothing, but at almost forty-six years old, I had managed to earn four degrees and was about to earn a fifth. I had been a teacher for twenty-six of those years, from the time I graduated, a raw girl, from university. I had managed to avoid pregnancy and single motherhood, not through any great goodness of my own, but because God was wat...
(Note: this is an awkward call: one unwieldy piece, or four fairly short chapters? Please do try the whole thing rather than jumping straight to chapter 3, it makes far more sense that way. I hope you enjoy it. As always, my profound thanks to Lisa Jones for advice, encouragement and inspiration.) © 2013 Client 07c/1*. As with so many other sensual pleas...
The evening had begun so well; now it was ruined. She was drunk, not so drunk that she couldn't function, just one stage beyond a good buzz. At that point where inhibitions collapsed in the face of the alcohol; where those insecurities normally locked away come to the fore. Worse, she was aroused. Incredibly aroused. The night's events had brought her to...
Never mind why I thought I might have an STD. Later, it turned out that I didn't. I'd gone to the health clinic a half-mile off campus to get tested. I filled out the paperwork at the office window, nervously aware that everyone in the waiting room could be watching me. I found an empty chair and tried to be invisible. Twenty minutes went by before I was c...
As I looked in the mirror, it occurred to me that this was the first blind date I'd ever been on. I've heard the term a million times, but does anyone really go on blind dates anymore? This certainly wouldn't be the first date I've been on, or the second. I've never counted them, that's a pretty interesting thought in itself. Let's see what the numbers say....