Mara Jones scanned the files on her desk, making sure there were no errors. Her boss, Michael Smith, was efficient and demanding. He was fair, but had no patience for incompetence. In her six months here she'd seen two people summarily dismissed for repeating mistakes. She prided herself on her attention to detail and had yet to be reprimanded for anything....
These characters are eighteen years of age. ----- "I wish I could squirt," Mara sighed just as Henry walked into the room. "Jesus," he said, clearly agitated. He looked at the porno in her hand, then up at her. She didn't even acknowledge him-just stared longingly at the DVD. "Where did you find that?" He was constantly changing his porno stash location...
16 ABY. The modified pleasure yacht Lady Luck shut off its running lights before quietly coasting past the invisible demarcation line that signaled entry into the Koornacht Cluster. A globe of mottled green and brown hung large in the forward viewport: one of seventeen known planets in this system, as well as one of the few not controlled by the brutal and...
Brian strolled into the Courtyard by Marriott and walked up to the check-in desk. Cindy looked up from her computer, and the attractive blond broke into a big smile as she said, "Hi, Mr. Parker. Welcome back." "Hello, Cindy. How are you doing today?" "I'm doing well, thank you. How was your flight." "Not bad, thanks." This was the fifth week in a row tha...
It began over the years, I have had a few close friends and my wife ask how I got involved in BDSM. Since I was a small boy, age 4 or so, I had fantasies of women bound, with their bare asses revealed to me. I think it might have been from some classic art book I had been exposed to that I don't remember, but that vision has remained clear to this day. The w...
Madness, it's something else, ladies and gentlemen. Do people who are stark raving mad know they're mad? Now that's a good question, from someone who's on the edge of madness. I have made many mistakes, and sometimes I wonder if it's too late for redemption. I choose to believe it's not too late. I hope I'm right. The alternative is unthinkable... Oh, um, b...
Mike knocked at the door, not really sure he'd get a response at all. Yes, he'd agreed to Maggie's plea to keep an eye on her daughter while she was away with his own wife in their brand new business venture but, what young girl in her right mind would stay at home in a hot summer day such as this? The whole affair seemed rather useless to him, but his word...
Author's Note: Hello again, readers! All still alive out there? That's good... Anyway, here's the next instalment of Amy, Captured! I'm glad that the cliffhanger from the last chapter seemed to go over so well. Because of that, I was able to post two chapters within a few days of each other. Woo! Special thanks goes to Isabel for her editing, and to Allyou...
Amy slammed the door as she walked out of her house. She didn't even have to work at the coffee shop that day, but the argument she had just had with her husband weighed heavily on her mind. She couldn't handle being in the same room with him right now. She had come home that morning after spending last night at her black boyfriend's apartment, and the pre...
Many thanks to NorthernDancer for first editing and improving this story and Treasure Townes for additional editing. Tremendous gratitude to accomplished Literotica author and editor shygirlwhore, whose editing and suggestions lifted it to a higher level. "Look at her, Horace!" Horace looked up from his book to see what his wife was excited about. He wasn...