This is a long chapter because lots of things happened! The morning came and I was up with the dawn. I really can't say why except that maybe I was ready to seize the day. I put up coffee and took Santo out. He was pretty frisky on this dreary morning. Rain seemed to be coming in from the south and the clouds looked black and ominous. Fortunately, they were...
I extend a happy haunted Halloween to all. AGENT OF STALK IN L.A is the prequel to AGENT OF STALK IN PRAGUE. Whatever order you choose to read them in, both stories are self-contained, neither betrays the secrets of its sister tale, but I wrote the L.A. story second. PRAGUE was narrated from Clive Mercer's hardbitten point of view, but in L.A. I wanted Mer...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
Lying in the trunk of the car, Cheetah had the usual butterflies in her stomach before a match, but she was confident. She ran her hands over her nude body. The muscles were firm and taut. At 28 years old, She had never been in this good of shape in her life. She felt confident in her training also. The one thing that did give her reason for concern was th...
This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the fourth story in a multi-chapter interracial cuckold story. I encourage you to read the first three chapters also, but I'm confident you'll enjoy it as a standalone too. I am conducting a straw pol...
Authors note: This is a work of fiction. I have little to no knowledge of the well-known figures contained within this tale. Their actions in the story are pure fantasy and are not indicative to the best of my limited understanding of how they actually live their lives. This is the final chapter in Hanna's story, although there's always the possibility she...
Justine: FIRST BONDAGE * ONE Justine paused at the door of the shingled Berkeley house--built in the twenties, probably; mature pine trees, slightly unkempt landscaping like all the others on this residential block--ordinary, charmingly seedy. So why was she standing here, sweating slightly, so reluctant to ring the doorbell? Twenty nine, an associate pro...
This story deals with themes of coercion and reluctance against a background of female domination. If you think you might be offended please try a different story. Missing the Signs Chapter 1 It was Friday night and the bar was buzzing. The last deal of the day had yielded ten grand straight profit and life was sweet. The only downer was the fact tha...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...
The worst part of my job is the waiting. You have to be patient to be a detective since things cannot be rushed. Stakeouts are a classic example. Another example is waiting for somebody to come through your door to ask for your services. "Come through your door" is of course a metaphor for any manner of inquiries: website inquiries, email, text, Facebook, wh...