Sam picked up the phone after the first ring. It was early and Gloria would not be in for another half hour. "Foster," he said cryptically. They call this early, they better know who they're calling. "Sam, it's Brady. Sorry to call so early but the clerk of the court just called to tell us, the final decree was signed. We have a messenger on the way to pic...
(Author's Note: My thanks to Allan, one of my very best fans, for supplying me with the wonderful idea for this story!) Hi, my name is Julia Strom. I am nineteen years old and a Scorpio. That's supposed to make me automatically sensitive, secretive, powerful, and most importantly, hyper sexy. But I don't believe all that astrological crap and neither shou...
50 Steps – III We walked out of the Waldorf as a busload of Japanese tourists disembarked and entered the hotel, winding our way through the maze of suitcases being unloaded onto the sidewalk and, since the street was pretty much deserted at this time, jaywalked across. "Doesn't Rome look lovely like this? Quiet streets, moonlight. And it's not hot," I ca...
Author's note: reaction to my first story for Literotica (Kelly's Gift) was mostly encouraging, so I have written another one - actually this idea was one which I nearly went with for my debut. As before it is a mixture of fact and fantasy, although with more of the latter this time, and I welcome constructive comments - I hope you enjoy it. Finally, compare...
'Buck House' = Buckingham Palace (The hovel H M the Queen inhabits in London) Chapter Twenty Sunday 3 January 71 A week may be a long time in politics as Harold Wilson opined, but that week between Christmas and New Year was longer by far. On Sunday the 3rd of January I sat in my armchair in my empty flat, or at least it felt empty even though Colette w...
VII JILL EVERY BOOK should have an ending. That might be very difficult to accomplish in this case, though, because our story is far from over new people, new adventures, new pleasures are always just around the corner. However, in a sense, three things provide a climax of sorts, at least two of them being sufficient to wrap up any loose ends of our life...
The telephone rang. The tall blonde was sitting on a sofa with her long legs curled under her, watching a video. She hit the 'pause' button on the remote, uncurled her legs and stood up. She walked over to the telephone and looked at the name displayed on the small screen. It was her neighbor and best friend, Bonnie. "Hey Bonnie" she answered the telephone...
"Where IS she?" Gerry moaned...It's been forty-five minutes... My dick hurts, I can't stand it! * * * * * Danielle, owner of the salon where Helen was a stylist often remarked that her star employee sounded like an art historian and dressed like Joan Jett... "Must be the cute young lawyer who rents from you, huh?" Dani kidded...Helen looked great today ou...
CHAPTER 1 Close-cropped blond Gene Gunter rode on a bus into the city, travel-weary and half-amused that despite decades of big funded campaigns to get the city renamed more conservatively they continued to fail because some citizens, possibly a very large number, were rather pleased to be living in the oddest-named city in the county... Rangoon Falls. He...
This story is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to persons or things living or dead is purely coincidental and completely unintentional. All persons depicted in a naked/sexual nature are 18 and up. Tanya introduces a newly sissified Danny into the world of erotic photography which gets them into a hot offer they can't refuse. Author's Note: So, I establ...