I come down to New York City from the wilds of Southern New Hampshire at least once a month on business. Having grown up in the suburbs of Manhattan, my allegiances are still strong to the Big Apple, despite several decades in the exurbs of Boston and the pull of the Red Sox nation. It never ceases to amaze me that you can be wandering through a city of eigh...
Paul Overton looked at the instruments and shook his head. The engine temperature looked a high again, and he leaned forward and tapped the gauge with his finger. The little needle crept upward, hovered just short of the red. "Shit! Goddamned piece of shit!" He slowed and stopped at the red light, looked at an old woman trundling by in the crosswalk, and wo...
A welcome relief from two months of the yawning black of deep space, the magical colours of the Rainbow nebula filled the upper deck porthole of Carlo's sleek black freighter. He was still far too far away to see the Rainbow itself but the signal from the hotel's deep space beacon was unfaltering on the deck's instrument panel. The signal faithfully guided t...
It was eleven o'clock and Jennifer was sat in the waiting room, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor, of a Dr. A. Thomas' clinic; he was a psychiatrist. At about two minutes past eleven, Jennifer jumped to her feet and pattered towards the exit. "Mrs Bloom, go through now, the doctor's ready to see you," a bitter-looking old lady hissed as if it were to...
Selina hated New York. It hadn't been so bad once. No worse than Coast City or Keystone, last time she'd been there. But that had been back when she was still a teenager. It'd changed since then. Most people blamed Giuliana, but Selina personally held Disney accountable. Them and six other megacorporations. Couldn't make money on a city with personality. Th...
Note: This is part 2 of the story between Tom and Angela. I'm open to any and all feedback. Please let me know anything you like or ways to improve the writing. Hope you enjoy this! * Too tired to spend the day running around and playing golf, I changed into my swim shorts, grabbed a towel and headed towards the pool. On the way down, I passed by a well-bu...
One of the Consequences series. Bridget never thinks of what could happen until it's too late. Edited by LadyCibelle Tyson Sommers signed the last of the documents Jason gave him. They were necessary if Jason was to handle this particular portfolio. That portfolio was one of the biggest Ty was responsible for. It involved the holdings of Wilson Graves,...
Author's Note - this is the final instalment that I have planned for this series. Writing of this series stalled for a while after episode 3, because I wasn't satisfied with my original plan for episode 5. After much racking of brains, inspiration struck, and I knew how to end the series! Hurrah! Like the other 4 parts, my aim was for this story to be an e...
This is my first submission to Literotica. I have a thing for the American South, so I decided to set my story in Boone, Mississippi. It's a purely fictitious, small southern town. Thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy! ***** Boone, Mississippi. 1976. September Ginny woke in the middle of the night to the restless song of crickets outside. She shi...
Twenty-one Jarl looked up at his stepmother. No. Not stepmother any longer. Wife. She was his wife now. By the Seventh, how he hated that. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down as she rode him. He did like her tits though. Reaching up and grabbed one in each hand and massaged them. "Yes. Yes," Else moaned. "Harder." Jorn pinched her nipples hard. Sh...