Reader: This is the first of two parts. However, they can be read independently. Spring has arrived at our house in California. All of a sudden there is a ton of activity to do outside. I won't complain though. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy yard work. After a winter of cold and rain coupled with the last five days of sitting at a desk and staring at a comput...
The movie was packed, every seat taken. I didn't get to pay for the tickets- Samu had bought them earlier to get good seats. The theater in Iruma was one of the few that allowed you to reserve the seating you wanted ahead of time, ensuring you sat where you wanted if you got to the ticket box early enough. We strolled into the theater, arm in arm, smiling a...
It was Sunday afternoon. I was annoyed because the football game was blacked out in our area. There was a knock at my door. I looked through the peep hole, recognized my friend Sally and opened the door. She came in and said, "I suppose you've heard about Alice." "No, what?" I asked. "Look outside," Sally told me. I followed her to the front porch. "Over...
To the reader: I've always known that lies are never good, even when done for the right reason. This little story shows what can happen when the truth is hidden by fabrications and lies. Thanks to jo for editing. There is no sex in this story. This is fiction so, well, you know the routine. Enjoy. ******** "I've done a lot of stupid things in my life...
Chapter 4 - A meal together The next morning Mike went to the Student Center to buy his usual cup of coffee. He showed up slightly before 7:00, eager to have something better than the brown water they served in the dorm, but also with the vague hope of having a few more minutes of conversation with Ruthie. She was dressed in a pair of loose-fitting gym sho...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. The characters, alive, dead or undead are NOT REAL. This kind of behavior CANNOT be done in the "real world" without at the very least some serious jail time. The character here is a psychotic monster and morally repugnant to even the most base of creatures. This story is meant to arouse interest and jar the senses, i...
The building was completely silent. All of the agents had gone home; the downstairs call center was locked up for the night. Therese leaned back in her chair staring at the ceiling and bored out of her mind. Customer Service was dead. No calls were coming in and all the task work had been done. She spun her chair around. “Aaron, I’m bored to tears here” she...
All characters are adults. Dear Reader, this series is noire. Noire is over the top, offensive crime writing. It's intended to be unpleasant and expose how life is for most people. Feral dogs probably behave better than noire characters. I suggest you leave immediately and try some erotic poetry. ***** Life is a prison sentence you can't escape alive. Se...
Paris: 1548 All things considered, Sylvie felt herself extremely fortunate. Not many women who earned their livelihood in a Paris brothel could say this, but Madam Diane ran an uncommon establishment, and considering the alternatives, Sylvie was grateful to have secured a place with her. Many Paris brothels catered to unusual tastes, but Sylvie knew, from m...
This time dear readers, I leave it to you to determine for yourselves whether this tale is true or merely the product of my fertile and feral imagination. However, I must make a disclaimer in order to comply with the rules of Literotica. All of the sexual incidents involving the protagonist herein occurred when he was a senior in high school and after his ei...