(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...
Literotica 2017 Winter Holidays Contest entry. Votes would be especially welcomed by all authors competing as it takes so many just to be eligible, much less win. All on-screen sexual encounters in the following (when they finally do occur) are between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. *** The Wednesday before Thanksgiving 1987 found me precis...
(NOTE: this is a story based loosely on the Futanari archetype, without, hopefully, the grotesqueness and general story lines usually associated with this type.) I recently went to Japan, and being an American of mixed ancestry (half Romanian, half Japanese) I found it a little difficult to adapt. Well, at first at least. I decided I wanted to stay a li...
Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends. Okay, I've always wanted to say that. Before we get started let's get a few things out of the way. First off I really have to say thanks to all of you. Over the past two weeks I've gotten so many letters of encouragement and support that have helped me with my editing problems more than any of you could ev...
Chapter One Tammy and I had talked about Diane our neighbor and best friend many times over the last couple of years but we both knew there were problems in her marriage. In the beginning her husband Tory and I were pretty good friends but it was Diane that Tammy and I bonded with because we learned there were problems with Tory and his straying and drinkin...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault - Redux Due to reader requests and a bad case of writers block, I have revisited this series and have added names and spiced up a few bland spots. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on s...
The black jeep wrangler bounced as it cruised over the causeway. There was a loud HONK and the two women in the jeep jumped. Some college boys in a convertible Mustang moved over into the wrong traffic lane and pulled up beside the jeep. The guy in front made kissing faces at the driver of the jeep. A guy in the back seat, held his thumbs out pointing at him...
by Phillip Johnson Chapter Fifty Three Faith didn't reply to the e-mail until Friday, but it was good news. "Buck and Anita, the house is available. Just give me the date of arrival and a best guess on how long you will be with us. Maybe dinner at Ethel's one night? You've missed the Saturday celebrations so be sure to catch at least one weekend with us...
Author's note: I wanted to do something special for Halloween this year, so I thought I'd let my readers vote on a theme. This is what they chose, I hope you enjoy it, and have a spooky Samhain! ***** CHAPTER 1: HIGH-RISE The angry beeping of car horns filled the air as Ethan weaved through the bustling crowds of pedestrians that clogged the sidewalk,...
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