To look upon Angela Hart was to see the Platonic ideal of Woman: she was in every way remarkable, a creature who seemed both corporeal and at the same time pure and eternal. Angela was an imposing figure: tall, her chestnut hair rich and flowing; striking blue eyes, a warm look from which could lift up the most downtrodden of spirits. The loose elegant dre...
Kathye and her husband, Jake, are driving to Oklahoma City one dark and rainy night when Jake spots a friend of his stranded on the highway. After stopping to give the friend a ride, Kathye begins to worry that Jake is going to offer her up for a threesome in the rear seat of Jake's extend cab Chevy pickup truck. * * * * * Jake and I are in his truck drivi...
I'd been reading the day's news on the computer when I heard pounding at the front door. Because I'm still a city boy at heart, I'd locked the door when I'd come home earlier, so it took me a minute to get it open. The sheriff was standing there panting as though he'd run from his car to my porch. "There's been an accident, Doc," he gasped out. You'd think...
Happy reading! If you like my story, please vote! I grew up in Enid, Oklahoma, a town of less than 20,000 people – all poor, except a few, all quiet and reserved, except a few, but only until they'd been drinking, or at a Mt. Salem Baptist Church revival – then it was different story. No one talked much; everyone was pretty much content to mind their own bu...
Chapter two! Yay! No sex again, but it's coming. There is far more backstory here than I can just type up in manageable chunks. I'm trying to get it written faster, but it's harder than it sounds. This is the stuff of a lot of people's nightmares. Our heroine will get some, no worries, and so will some other people! Please leave a comment and vote :) Thanks!...
During the summer break in college I worked as a brakeman for the Santa Fe railroad in Oklahoma. It was a good job that paid very well. It required that I move to several different cities each summer. It began in Enid, Oklahoma with the wheat harvest. It would end in Arkanas City, Kansas. That was the northern most point in the district. The hours were weir...
Business at East Coast Image started to pick up again. We suddenly got a plum assignment courtesy of Marty O'Brien. As I'd said before, Marty's work with Tigress had made him a major player in the music business seemingly overnight. And he always made sure we were along for the ride. But this time, Chris was having second thoughts about the new assignment we...
CHAPTER 1 Dodge Blueitt was independent and tended to ignore instructions to perform low-priority work. Beef rancher Sloan Silver would have fired him years ago except Dodge was the best worker he'd ever had. The cheerful drifter had appeared eleven years back in rain asking for a meal and enough gas for his jalopy to get to the nearest town. Sloan's new w...
"From the once famous Connor Hotel ballroom, I'm Rene Williams for Action News," there was a pause then, "Got it, Doug?" "Yes ma'am. Looked good." "Great, but I want more. There's got to be so many stories in here. We've been on the rooftop terrace, in the bar, the ballroom..." "Well, there's always the sub-basement." "Yeah? What's down there?" Camerama...
(This short story continues the adventures of Miles from the earlier story titled "Laramie (https://www.literotica.com/s/laramie)." Reading "Laramie" first may set the stage for this tale.) *** I've been a trucker for almost twenty years. I learned to drive in the military, where I earned the moniker "Miles" and continued when I returned to civilian life....