F5: Mystery Night (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author...
The next morning, I made my way to the office I had on the second floor, and turned on my laptop and such to start aiding the FBI in the investigation of the sex trafficking allegedly run by the Hunters in this area. Agent Andrews brought me a cup of coffee, and we briefly discussed what my role would be. I asked him the ethics of being involved, since I had...
(Author's Note: I had a different title for this when I first submitted this to an Editor here at Literotica for a better perspective on it. JadeQ was kind enough to agree to do it and her first touch was to suggest a new Title. I loved it. So Jade, my many thanks for a much better title and the many great suggestions you gave me. I also have to say one oth...
It was an unusually warm spring day in Pittsburgh, temperature in the mid seventies and a touch of humidity. Richie was sitting out on the locking dock in the rear of the apartment building where he lived and worked. He was tired and sweaty, his blue Dickie's work clothes felt like they were glued to him. He wiped his face again with a grimy paint stained t...
"Oh my God, you're a demon!"—Kunti couldn't even finish her moaning words as Surya's pounding took up its pace once again. He was vigourously drilling the virgin lass with all his might and resplendent glory. Surya was at the twilight of his youth, at the foggy end of his prime but leaning forward the maiden Kunti, he kept entering her with the ferocity of a...
With the sun high in the sky, people are buzzing around the market place, trying to hurry and get their shopping done and get out of the sweltering heat. Venders are scurrying about trying to keep merchandise on the shelves. In all the hustle and bustle of a typical market day, there is movement that looks just a little too purposeful, weaving in and out fro...
I started writing this as a story told by a young man about his relationship to his slutty mother and her desertion of her family. However it became clear that it could be just as much a romance about his father finding a new wife. I have put this in non-erotic rather than loving wives because I do not find it erotic. You might. Also, because at the begi...
Welcome back to my spacious office, formerly known as the broom closet. Since moving out the mops and brooms I almost have room to turn around in spite of the over full filling cabinets and my desk. Ah, yes, my desk. That's where I spend most of my time, feet resting on top with me leaning back in my swivel chair. Got the cleanest neatest finger nails in...
Louise stood examining herself in the dressing room mirror. "Ugh," she blew out frustrated. Shopping was never something she really enjoyed but dress shopping was physically painful. She never really understood where her contempt for the activity came from, she laughed thinking of the disaster that had been prom dress shopping. A small smile touched her lip...
I'm so sorry I posted the wrong version this one has some more to it. I was in desperate need of a vacation that's for sure! If you don't want to read the whole story again the part that was missing is right before then end. I deeply apologize, if it makes you feel any better I figured this out at 6am and it made me jump out of bed. Much love and appreciatio...