[Author's Note: This story was written by him, but was really a collaboration between him and her. She offered some good ideas, and some thoughts about how the story should go. To date these are still fantasies as he has not convinced her to fulfill his fantasy in the first story...in other words, that story is true up to where she said yes. In reality, she...
"The store manager has a lot of complains against you, Dalton, he says you tend to freeze at the worst possible times, which makes you useless as a security guard, and we can't have that, what I'm saying is that you're fired," said Aaron Stanwood, the manager of the security company where Dalton Dorvil had been working for the past four years. The man's tone...
The doorbell rang. I wiped my hands on my jeans and went to open the door. A young man stood in the hallway with a piece of paper in his hand. "Mrs Reed?" he asked. "MISS Reed," I said. "That's me." "I'm Tommy," he said. "The model." Ah, yes, the model. The model I'd hired. I'd been so involved in my latest project that I'd forgotten about this. "Come...
"Linus, Lucy and Lisa" became another massive hit for Michael Carter, Abby O'Donovan and First Fleet Pictures. Knowing the importance of keeping a good thing going, Michael and Abby decided to make a third film together: "The Food Fight," a romantic comedy. Michael would play Ron Pierce, the CEO of SubVersives, America's number-one sandwich chain; Abby would...
Jordan lay next to his wife. Outside the birds were singing in the tree outside his bedroom. He could see the two birds in their nest from his window. He really hated the birds. "Fucken birds," he moaned to his wife. Linda was her name. Her and Jordan have been married for three years at this point. Linda was still very much in love with Jordon, however, J...
I was surprised, but, I was successful in talking Joy into going to one of the adult video and toy stores while we were relaxing in Omaha. We decided to hit it right after dinner one of the nights we were down there recently. Joy was wearing my favorite outfit, the button down skirt and her sheer blouse. Underneath she was just wearing her stockings and gart...
If you are reading DanielQSteele1's stories, and since you are interested in this essay, you ARE, then know that there are no happy endings in his stories. Not in the way the average reader will recognize. I have read all of his stories on Literotica so far (and am following When We Were Married, the on-going story), and there is one characteristic, one defi...
It had been a long week, I was tired. Walking into my new house, all I wanted to do was relax all weekend. I flipped on the television. Turning to mix a drink, I noticed I had two messages on my answering machine. The first one was from my brother in New York. I erased it thinking I would call him later. The second one was from, Dave an acquaintance that I u...
I'd often wondered what it might be like to be a slut. My life was pretty mundane, and although my husband was a good provider for me and the kids, he was a dud in the sack. For years I had resigned myself to the fact I would never have mind-blowing, wild sex, and had collected quite a number of sex toys that usually came out the morning after my hubby had e...
The dark clouds began to form and the air grew heavy as I stepped off the streetcar, a spring thunderstorm was on its way. The wind gusted, lifting the skirt of the woman in front of me. Her perfect brown legs made time slow to a crawl as the wind push her skirt high enough to offer a hint of her purple lace panties. I looked up to the skies above and silent...