This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Two editors and four other contributors made this chapter come together. The mistakes are all mine. Saving a life isn't about worthiness. It is about instinct and guts. ***** (Friday) Since I liked to think that life encouraging me with bruises, punctures, cuts and concussi...
Varun had been gone for 3 days now and I was back to the same old routine. I would go for a jog albeit a little late than usual. I was trying to avoid Jacques after a series of incidences between us. The memories of the stormy evening and the dinner were still fresh. Once home, I would get back to doing my chores and other work and in the mean time I wou...
When I got back from the village, after Sunita's sister's wedding, I had to fly out almost immediately to Chennai on work. Before I left, I spoke to Bahadur and Sunita and let them know that they could extend their break by another week if they chose; both of them were happy to do so. On reaching the Chennai office, I realised it was a fruitless trip becaus...
They said things would never be the same. The knife edge of a moment, separating the world of the past from the uncertain world to come. Of course, it was more than a moment. The Black Christmas attacks had occurred across hours at least. If Esther and the others at the party had been listening to the news they would already have heard about the first huge...
Javier laid his head briefly on the steering wheel before getting out and walking to the farmhouse door. It turned out that missing a couple days of class and homework was no joke. Esther seemed to be catching up fine, but two days after their escape from Oregon he felt like he'd barely spent time with her. That first night, of course they'd been too exhaust...
As Michaela boarded the SAS flight to Copenhagen at Heathrow, she knew she was starting the real celebration of her promotion. She had made it to the top job in the London agency of the Danish owned advertising group where she had been employed for the past ten years since joining when she was in her mid-twenties. After working in London, New York and wher...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the fifth in a continuing series of stories about what is essentially a very high-class prostitution business in Asia, with the headquarters in Manila. 'Rocky' is the chief -- you could call him a pimp in other circumstances -- of the very large consortium which includes operations in many Asian countries. Although each section can st...
Chapter Eight Ginger Olsen was a mixture of the cute girl next door and a very high-end escort all rolled up in one beautiful and enticing package, Carson thought, as he stood across the hotel lobby waiting for her to finish checking in. She was five-eleven, muscular, graceful, had naturally radiant copper-colored hair, sparkling blue eyes, and was full of...
On a warm, acrid evening the two sat facing each other. It was the most unromantic environment and he chose that rather inauspicious moment to open his heart. He glanced down at her shapely breasts just above the table and quickly shifted his gaze as she noticed. "I always admired you from the time I was about ten years old and you were fourteen." He began...
Author's Notes: 'Mything You' is my story for Literotica's 2019 Geek Pride event. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Mything You ******** Chapter 1 "Christie! Your EpiPen! Where is it?!?" Sam asked his girlfriend desperately as he frantically dug through her enormous shoulder bag. He had n...