The one hour time change allowed Sean and Amanda to arrive at the airport in Tennessee only minutes after their departure from Atlanta. Sean had previously arranged for a car and driver to meet them, so within five minutes of Jeannie Sexton opening the door of the aircraft for them, they were seated in the back of the car heading out of the airport. Sean had...
This is the conclusion to the "Life is a Soap Opera" series. If you haven't read the other two chapters, you might want to give them a read first. I'd love to hear from you, so please leave a comment or send me an email. ****************** Bailey felt like her stomach was on fire. She had been drifting in and out of consciousness since the night before. H...
The City of the Sun God was crumbling. Once, the city of glass had been maintained by the same Atlantean technology that had helped stabilize the Savage Lands. But while that verdant jungle had become self-sustaining, the city had not. Many of its people had left for one local tribe or another. More still had been killed for disloyalty, speaking blasphemy ag...
The room reminded Jean of a meat locker. The floor, through spic and span and polished to a sheen, was sturdy tile with shower drains at regular intervals. Designed to be hosed down. It gave the room an air of degradation that Jean wasn't sure if she liked. The architecture was marble, with the right wall dedicated to a line of vanities that would be the e...
Colin O'Bannon stood at the cross walk waiting for the light to change. Colin was a large powerfully built man in his prime. He was dressed in his favorite leisure outfit, jeans, T-shirt, boat shoes and a ball cap. His broad shoulders and slim waist turned many female heads. He felt a tug at his sleeve and looked around to see a very lovely young lady lookin...
"Z17 is 10-41," reported Sandy Springs police patrol Sergeant Debbi Proctor. She had just pulled her marked cruiser out of the police headquarters parking lot onto Roswell Road so informing Communications of her start of shift status was department protocol. Her start of patrol was always the last for the mid-day shift since she had to give the briefing to t...
"Hey, guys!" My wife Jean squealed as she caught site of our friends, Brian and Lisa, waiting in the Baggage Claim area on Sunday. She ran to them and threw her arms around Brian. As usual the two of them embraced bodies touching from shoulder to knee. As usual I saw Brian's hand land right below Jean's belt. Not far enough below to cause a scene, but it alw...
Saturday morning, I woke up before Heather. Staring at the ceiling I was trying to come to grips with everything that had happened. Last Saturday, we had been the typical suburban Mid-western couple, married for over 10 years, 2 kids and always faithful to each other. Sex was always occasional and behind closed doors, but over the last week all of that has c...
Chester suddenly stopped sweeping. He leaned the broom against the bin of sheetrock screws, hung the dust pan on the hook by the paint brushes and turpentine, leaving the pile of dust and debris in the middle of the wooden floor and without a word to his boss, Norman, walked out of Nichols and Son's Hardware Store where he had worked for the last five years....
I would like to thank our fellow Literoticans who helped Kelly and I decide what to do when we went to Montreal and those who gave constructive feedback to my first story. This is sort of a continuation of the first story, but I do not feel it is necessary to read it to (hopefully) enjoy this one. If you wish to read it, you can find it in the "Loving Wives"...