This is not a stroke story but it is a romance with music themes thrown in. It also has a lot of detail and many words. If you don't like detail and find reading many words bothersome, don't read this story. This story was a lot of fun to write and as usual the characters are a bit over the top and larger than life and, since this is fiction, their experienc...
© Nora Quick 2013 Chapter Five Jessie sat down to rest. It was too dark to see her watch, the sky was dim with a new moon. She'd walked for hours, starting before nightfall, and she was exhausted but forced herself onward to Argentina. She'd simply told Julian she had to go to the bathroom and he fell back asleep. She grabbed her bag and some food, water...
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Author's Notes: This will be my submission for Literotica's "Geek Pride Day 2020" event. Special thanks to my lady love for inspiration and critique, bikoukumori for a tight editing job in the face of impossible deadlines and my Patrons, especially Fireball, for support and helpful input. I couldn't have done it without you guys! Please note: It should go w...
Chapter 1 "Ms. Shawcross will see you now," said the willowy blonde secretary, motioning them to follow her. Charles Emerson noticed that she had a pronounced seesaw to her hips as she undulated down the corridor to the conference room they had requested. "You know this is not going to be pleasant," warned Don Carcharo, Emerson's lawyer. "I don't expec...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
"I believe that's everything, Dad. Every penny." "Yes, it is. I gotta tell you, I always believed you could do it, but I'm still very impressed." "Are you still mad at me for not going to college?" "I was never mad, Chandler. I just honestly believed it was the best thing for you at the time. I mean, when you've got a 3.87GPA in high school it only seems...
Edited by the incomparable "Wires". His assistance improves my work drastically. I appreciate all he does for me. Jason Lowery IV moved quietly down the hallway that connected 'the children's wing' to the rest of the house. He snorted when he thought that. Both of his parents liked to put on 'airs' as his grandmother called it. They did live in a somewhat n...
Hi my name is Alicia, my friends call me Ali. I am a married white women, 32 years old, 36c-27-36, 140 lbs, long Brunette hair that falls just above my waist line. I was a small town girl growing up. I have been married to my husband Joe for 10 years, we met in college. Joe has an above average I.Q. and graduated high school at 16 and started college. He is...
*Author's note: I recently wrote a story entitled If Things Were Different about an attractive female Marine first sergeant who fell in love with a younger, male Marine officer. I mentioned that unlike the Army, Marine first sergeants are never, ever referred to as 'Top'. Marine master sergeants, however, are affectionately called 'Top'. There are too many...