Monday at 7 a.m. is not the time to strike up a friendly conversation with me. I think she could tell, but she did it anyway. Goddamn her. "You're a little under-dressed for this building. And too young to be a lawyer." The nosy barista studied me from behind the counter. Any other girl, I might have laid on the snark and ended the conversation. But someth...
Author's note: This is a story about a man who enjoys sharing his wife with other men, as told from the perspective of the "other man." If you find this situation offensive or distasteful, please don't read any further. This story may be read on its own, although it is also the third part of a trilogy. The first part is titled, His Wife's Boyfriend, and the...
Chapter Two Typical fucking Dad: the worst man on the planet for communication. It was part of the general history of my parents' relationship that Mom was always trying to get a date with the elusive Jared Smitinger, my father by unfortunate consequence. He never phoned her, and she was sure for a while that he didn't actually like her until she accidental...
The coral reef lay in wait inches below the graying water's surface, a secret to the Captain as his vessel cut across the swells. Frightened by the growing shape above, iridescent choirs of tiny fish scattered for shelter as the wooden hull advanced. The chart spread out on the cabin deck was old, maybe older than the coral. Centuries earlier, a leaded lin...
Author's Note: This is the first chapter of a longer work, and establishes the world. It gets sticky at about the three thousand word mark. If you don't like non-consensual, forced or Drug Facilitated Sexual Assault, please move on. This starts in a dark place. This world includes telepathy and remote viewing, among other parapsychological abilities. Text wi...
The night was wet and rainy in Necropolis, people walked through the dark streets faces obscured by the downpour. People had been praying for rain for weeks now, apparently one should be careful what they wish for. There were others who didn't mind the rain, or rather were used to whatever weather it was - one of these, a teen who sat huddled under some tras...
Preface to Part Ten ***** This part is a bit on the short side. As I mentioned in the preface to part six, I originally started this story for myself and organized it as a simple linear series of dated entries. To satisfy the Literotica 1,500 word minimum I broke the story up into parts. To make the parts of reasonable size but still keep topics together,...
****** Chapter 6 ** ** * "Have you been to the big city before, ma'am?" asked the farmer. Clara sat in the front of his cart next to him, ambling down the road. Lukas sat in the back, on the bed of hay the farmer was transporting. "No, Mr. Dawson, I haven't. My wanderings haven't taken me there." She smiled at him. They'd had a stroke of luck that mornin...
Well here is the second installment, a bit longer then the last one. Hope you like it and PLEASE comment or vote to let me know if you do or don't. Well here is the second installment, a bit longer then the last one. Hope you like it and PLEASE comment or vote to let me know if you do or don't. * I was shell shocked by the sudden slyness she showed before...
"So let me get this straight -- you fucked a mute stranger in a hotel utility closet?" For a brief moment, Sharon stopped playing with her cornrow braid and widened her beautiful brown eyes at me in surprise. She had killer eyes. "You make it sound so vulgar," I said, feigning affront. In all honesty, I could scarcely believe it myself. Ordinarily, I wou...