The club was dark as usual and if not for the dim light of the candles on the twenty-five or so tables you would be stumbling into them trying to make your way to the bathroom. Each small round table had only two chairs and each covered with a white tablecloth, the laundry creases dividing it into four pie pieces. In the center of each sat one of those half-...
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He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...
I'LL BE ALRIGHT...'TIL THE HURTING STARTS (Author's note: Another long gap and as always I apologize to readers who've emailed me asking for more of the WWWM saga. But I hope readers like this one. And as I mentioned at the end and I'll repeat here, this is not the end of the story. There are a number of chapters remaining. Which I'll post as I can finish t...
Thanks to Devir Ginator for editing and all his help with the story. It's been invaluable. Thanks for reading, commenting and voting. Hope you all enjoy! **** T. J. and I were standing the vending machines when we saw the trio exit the ICU. He had been complaining about his hand hurting so we had gone to grab him something to take his pain meds with. I...
Copyright © 2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Copyright Holder/Author. Note: This is the second in the John Abernathy series. There is no sex in this story. I will be posting other Joh...
The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
Hey everyone! I apologize for the long wait between this chapter and the last. I'm going to do my best to update more over the coming weeks. I hope you're still enjoying the story and we are nearing a major development in the next couple of chapters so stay tuned. Thank you for all of the kind words, comments, suggestions and the votes. I appreciate every...
A chance meeting creates an attraction for two people who mutually feel a need to see more of each other. An affair can start as simply as that. This tale is moderately long but necessary to reveal the way in which their emotions develop. ***** Chapter One I had slipped away from the office an hour early, so at 5 o'clock, instead of just starting the l...
CHAPTER 1 Zane Maddox knew his publishing editor was getting her own back, the bitch. They'd had a couple of big rows because he was late sending in final chapters... 'Dragging his ball and chain,' she'd vented. Apparently no other author had been courageous enough to call her a 'Loopy New York lesbo gone loco'. She'd screamed back abuse, quite the most d...