Hi Everyone, This one has been a long time in the making as it was one of the first stories I started. It uses a tired old plot device but I hope you forgive me. It has four chapters which were all submitted at once. I'll leave any further comment until the end of chapter four. Thanks to Captain's Siren for the initial editing many moons ago and to Favored...
It all started so innocently. Warren Marksmith was sitting in his home office catching up on some well overdue household bills, when he received an email out of the blue on his personal email account. It simple read 'Hey Mark, how's it going. Are you still ok for Friday - I'll be flying in to Dallas for 8. See you then, Hank' Warren clicked reply: 'Think...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Striking the Balance: (No Country For Old Men): The past: We were somewhere around Tindouf, on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I was holed up in one of the Sahrawi tents overnight, suffering from burns and the delirium was upon me. I thi...
It took us 41 hours in total to drive the 2,000 miles from Iowa to Mary's parent's house in Oregon. We only stopped for gas, driver change, washroom breaks, sometimes food and two construction traffic backups. We had left at 4 AM on a Wednesday and arrived Thursday at 9 PM. Mary gave her parents a call about an hour away and George and Jan were waiting at th...
The things we do... I remember standing next to a woman as we looked at an autographed photo of a country singer. I admitted that I liked some of his stuff and she astounded me by saying "I'd crawl through a mile of broken glass to get to that boy." I got the feeling, but the statement sort of rattled me, since if I had to, I guess that I'd crawl through a...
When Brian Mullender regained consciousness from a coma induced to aid his initial recovery from the emergency surgery he had undertaken at the hospital, he took most of the bad news delivered by his best friend Toby Marshall with a calm dignity. Apparently, his loving wife Marianne waited only long enough for the compensation for his injuries to be settle...
She looked up from the table as he was getting up to leave. She had missed the last thing he had said, lost in a thought. Too much wine. "I'm sorry," she said, stopping him. "What did you ask?" "Just wondered if you'd had enough, or if you wanted anything else?" She was pretty full and there was still a lot left on her plate. "No, thanks. This is fantasti...
Chapter Four. She'd left a clean house -- bedrooms, kitchen, and living room. She'd put everything in its proper place, the dishwasher filled with clean glassware and cups and plates, the dryer with clean laundry. He had no memory of her doing this; he must have fallen asleep after gushing down her throat, right there on the sofa. Or he must have fainted fr...
Like most visitors to Literotica, I have a group of favorite authors and stories. One story that has interested me over the years was "Round Up" by K.K. I can't put my finger on the reason why. Maybe it is the semi-competitive nature of the story, and I consider myself a competitive guy. In any case, I had always hoped one day K.K. would introduce a follow-u...
Ned, the Total Woman Academy Coach Tutor Emeritus, looked out the window of the G280 Gulfstream as the gaps in the billowy clouds peeked through with vistas of the passing ground below. He had just completed a multiday transfer recruitment and a special coed evaluation assessment last week. Though Ned was still in good shape for a middle aged man, the youn...