My most sincere appreciation to literotica volunteer editor, "basilisk," for agreeing to sink her fangs into the cluttered jumble of words and thoughts I originally created. Without her generous contribution of both time and patient nudges, this story never would have molted to its present form. CHAPTER ONE A "siren" in Greek mythology is one of a group o...
Like other readers on this site, I have heard many arguments why one shouldn't harbour a grudge after being wronged. These arguments seem to centre around some people's perceptions that revenge harms all parties and achieves nothing positive. Please accept this as my counter-argument. Warning, there is no reconciliation in this story. If you like that sort o...
"The weekend starts here!" Was how Jools Holland introduced the music programme The Tube at 6pm every Friday night in the early 1980's. But when did last weekend begin? When I left Jens house wearing tiny tartan miniskirt and a new pair of black fishnet stockings? When I kissed my husband goodbye before I drove to Jens house? When I hid the sports bag cont...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Dear Readers, Sorry, this part of the story broke up kind of funny so it's not the neatest transition. Also, because of what's going on, there really isn't any sex in this chapter. There will, as you might expect, be more later. Enjoy, KemMyst ***** Thursday Calvin called to Sampson and they ate breakfast in his room. "So, Cal, you've called me here...
Thank you so much for your response to the first part of Fall 1970, which was overwhelming to say the least. This is the conclusion. * * * to my delight the evening is not yet done... "Hi Joni!" I finally managed to blurt out. She smiled while looking up at me from behind my cock, which was showing increasing interest in this new found friend. "Sure hope...
A very special thanks to Frontma for making this submission a better read. * Midday saw Victor turning his SUV off the dirt road and moving along a faintly visible path that would lead him to their secluded cabin in the woods. The hustle bustle of the city had long been left behind. The lake was just a half an hour walk thru the path in the woods from the...
*To make everyone your friend you must first bury a bunch of bodies* * (This is for everyone who kept at me to work on this story; those who begged, pleaded, cajoled, requested, and that rare one who threatened to reach through the internet and beat me so badly my ancestor, who came across on the Mayflower [yes, I do have a Mayflower ancestor], would jump...
Jean watched Emma apply her make-up in the silver lacquer of the mirror. It wasn't clean and casual, like Jean did hers. Emma lingered on every brushstroke, every flavored dab, like an artist composing a masterpiece. And she never looked at Jean. "I'm back," Jean said, emphasizing it, though the point had been made abundantly clear by the vast Phoenix Effec...
Valentine's Day didn't usually hold much significance for me; I can think of only one that stands out and it happened my senior year in high school. My boyfriend had climbed up the old Sycamore tree in my backyard, rapping lightly on my bedroom window whispering, "Valentine Delivery Jenn." His delivery was a bottle of massage oil. We'd had a great time "mass...