Part 1: Heeled, Stiffed and Jobbed Out John Locke-- Johnny Lockdown to professional wrestling fans-- was a tall, lean and well muscled man. His dark hair was medium length, jagged-looking and seemingly messy, in an organized way. His blue eyes melted female wrestling fans and struck cold fear into everything else, except kids and cats. He had well defin...
[I want to thank my Editor HeyAll for taking his time and making this chapter as presentable as he possibly could. Once again I want to thank my readers, I love you all. And I want to say I'm sorry about the way my first chapter seemed to do; few people that read it expressed inconsistent story but that was all planed. I know it's kind of full of plot holes...
“Maybe we should give this place a try,” Sylvia was sitting across from her husband at breakfast. She was waiting for her Muesli to cool down as she perused the Times Travel section. Her husband was pecking at his walnut muffin, scribbling notes on his pad. Tim said he had all his best design ideas while asleep and needed to jot them down as soon as he wok...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Being an asshole is not so much a matter of anatomy as one of social consciousness. ***** (Where we left off) "Bitch, did you just Taser my fiancé?" Orlando's...
"I know he's cute, but he's always got...gunk...under his nails. That's disgusting!" "Honey, he works in an auto repair shop and it's not as though he doesn't try and keep them clean. He works hard and he loves what he does. And...he's loved you since high school. And you know what? I can't help but believe you still love him, too." "People change, mother,...
My special thanks to Violent Intimacy, a volunteer editor here at Literotica, for editing this story and for working with me to get it "just right". This is a story that I wrote to my Love based on both previous experiences and the muse of an erotic dream. Originally it was intended for his eyes only. I hope you enjoy it. Need I'm so tired tonight. Not ph...
Dear Reader, welcome back to the Gift from Outer Space series, Part 2. If you are just joining the story now, you may find elements of this story may be shocking or impossible. If this bothers you, you may want to start from the beginning. So please check out my submissions page, and don't forget to tell me what you think! * It had been two days since Nin...
New Orleans conjures many fond memories for Jennifer. Her first time partying in the French Quarter ended with her riding the biggest chocolate cock she's ever seen. Never before had she cum so many times with such force; she squirted everywhere, soaking her enormous lover. Alas, her time in heaven ended the next morning when she returned to Nashville. In N...
It all started when I came home early from work a couple weeks ago. As I pulled onto my street there was a pick up truck in front of the house, which made sense since we where having some work done to our deck. As I pulled up I decided to look around back to check on the progress of the work and found the job looking completed. I figured the contractor must...
"I want to dance," my pretty wife giggled as she held my hand and tried to pull me into the crowded nightclub. Dancing wasn't my thing but my wife loved it, especially when she'd been drinking and we were both more than a little drunk. I shook my head and resisted her attempt to drag me into the club. It was getting late and I wanted to get home to finish...