Pt. VIII: The Scoop Kim Wright appeared next on Jack's short list of appointments to make. He called the private number Sam Hanson wrote on the back of her business card. Jack knew it was an old card because Sam had told him Kim was no longer an investigative reporter with the Las Vegas Review-Journal, the largest paper in Nevada. The two agreed to meet fo...
Someone was fucking with me. And not in any way that was useful or fun. I scowled at my empty lunch container, empty for the third day in a row. "What the hell?" Suzy Q said as she shook her equally empty lunch container. Did she think it was going to magically appear? Actually, maybe that wasn't so far-fetched, since it had pretty much magically disap...
Sitting alone up in the rectory, Dr. Angeline Trèsor looked bulletin that her secretary had put together with the volunteer group that got met at the end of the month to put a composite of recent events together. There were highlights and photos of the major events of week, important events for parishioners of the church, ending with various photos of the b...
NOTE: This is the final chapter. So to those of you who have enjoyed this story, thanks for reading. For those who have read all chapters and didn't like it, sorry. There are thousands of other stories on here and I'll try harder next time. As I noted at the beginning, Susan is real and a lot of the description is based on watching her with other men. Has it...
Just before he climbed into his bi-plane and flew away, the great DreamPilot and I knocked out the following piece of pitiful prose in recognition of the mental anguish many otherwise semi-sane writers experience during the last few days of a Literotica contest. Rumple Foreskin == SCORE CHECKERS ANONYMOUS: affecting the afflicted A shadow of despair, des...
I think the next day was Wednesday. I went to work while Susan slept. She texted me at about 11 a.m. and then at noon texted again to say William would pick her up shortly. "I'm wearing clothes, lol," she texted. "Dress. William here now." There wasn't much I could do. I was at work and no chance to leave. So at about 2 p.m. I texted her and asked her to t...
Erotic Writing Process For Harrad Redux * It all started on a popular Website with one of those bulletins that Friends send out to their network. U+ME+MY ROOM =???? "WE'RE LOCKED UP IN MY ROOM FOR TWENTY-FOUR HOURS & WE COULD DO WHATEVER YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH ME? TELL ME IN MY INBOX... CUZ ITS A SECRET... THEN REPOST THIS IN YOUR BULLETIN.....
Chapter 1 Kyna kept a close eye on Maggie as the girl huddled in the frame of the kitchen door way. The older innkeeper brushed a wisp of silver hair away from her face before she began chopping meat for the evening stew. The loud sounds of the inn assaulted her ears. Her blue eyes constantly shifted over to Maggie. She knew Maggie was scanning the crowd a...
The tall wild flowers were nearly as high as she was. The rolling hill carpeted in the exploding colors of spring. Blues, whites, yellows, and reds surrounded them in a flowing sea of natural beauty as they walked. She held his big hand while the other twirled a pretty white flower in her tiny fat fingers. The flower he’d picked and given to her. The sun wa...
Trigger warning: there is attempted rape in this story. ***** Maggie lay on her bed, limbs splayed out. Her sheets covered her dresser, because she violently removed them. She was drenched in sweat. Rising from her groin was her new macroclitoris. That was definitely new to her. It arched upwards and toward her chest which rapidly rose and fell in her desp...