The room was heaving with bodies, some famous, but mainly music exec types and those looking to land themselves a contract or a rock star for the night. I was glad. All my hard work had paid off. I hated event organising and I'd really expected when I took this job 18 months ago, that the work would be more of the hands on personal assistant kind the job spe...
Erin and Melanie * Author's Notes: I apologize for the massive delay since part 13 of this series. As I mentioned before, real life has been hitting me hard all year and so I've been focusing only on those stories that I can publish professionally when I had time to write. When I came back to my Literotica exclusive stories, I found the original concept...
Prologue God, there has to be an easier way to make a living. Dave Parker was on his back in the loft of an old detached house in Surrey. The owner, who had recently been widowed, was having some work done on the house before she put it on the market. The Private House Sale Act of 2007 compelled the vendor to indemnify the purchaser of a property in the eve...
Her ears popped as she stepped from the revolving doors and into the lobby of US Financial Plaza. Though it was probably just the adjustment of leaving behind the vacuum-sealed pocket of air in the doors themselves, Sarah Jane Scott could be forgiven for believing it to be something more symbolic and profound. The din of the world outside faded away. It wa...
Author's Note Here I am back by unpopular demand. More of a leg end than a legend. This is a long story, 42,000 words, if that bothers you then don't start reading. No bitches are burned in the course of this story and the sex is all at the end. Because I am British I have used UK spelling and punctuation throughout the story. If that offends you then don...
Chapter 33 -- The Trip Begins I let my eyes close and snoozed a little for a while, until Gloria called out, "Josh, wake up. Sue's making some hand signals." I opened my eyes and tipped up my hat to see what Sue was doing. She was making the hand signal to shift into single file. The road had petered out and we were now approaching a trail. I pulled Barb t...
Chapter 1 I was supposed to go to the CIA. No, not that one, the other one--the Culinary Institute of America, the foremost cooking school in the country. I had been cooking for years for free, and I felt sure that's what I wanted to do for money for the rest of my life. It would be my ticket into the world, and introduce me to all the amazing things out t...
~~~~~~ This is the third and final chapter of this tale. I hope you all like it, and with that said; please let me apologize for taking so long to finish it. MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ Chapter One ME As soon as I put the phone receiver back into its cradle, Sarah immediately fell into my arms holding onto me like I was a life preserver that was keeping her...
1. "Yeah, divorces are expensive because they're worth it." I joked to Tony, the bartender as he handed me my drink and pretended to ignore me as he turned back to the Cowboys/Giants game on the TV over the bar. I'm pretty sure that if I had been drinking something less expensive than the 18-year-old Macallan in my glass, the bartender might have been even...
Ezekiel Nicholls crossed the city limit line of the small Oregon town he swore he would never set foot in for the rest of his life, driving the same back roads in his Escalade that he had torn down astride his Harley in the opposite direction twenty years ago. The two-lane straight stretch of asphalt that cut through the fields that use to be dotted with cow...