Maurice checked his cell phone several times to make sure that it was fully charged and that the volume was up. The seconds turned to minutes, the minutes tuned into what seem like hours as he waited for Mikhail to call him back. Other than to tell him that Josephine Graves was alive and who her mate was, he didn't have much to tell. He had already decided t...
Jeremiah found it hard to believe that he had been in the basement for only a few short weeks. During that time, he had seen a number of his victims half of whom only wanted to talk to him in an attempt to understand how he could so what he did. The other half of them chose to exact their revenge and none of it was pleasant. He tried to listen for informatio...
Sorry for the long wait, had some technical difficulties. Enjoy! *************** "Focus Duncan!" Gary told me for what felt like the thousandth time. "Keep both eyes open, and don't fight the recoil." I tried to follow the directions he was giving me. It was no use. I pulled the trigger, feeling the heavy pistol power through my hands. I rolled my head in...
EPILOGUE: When the contest and subsequently the orgy ended, the mothers and the daughters in the contest returned to resume their normal day to day activities. Rochelle Hamilton, living in Dallas returned somewhat affected from her participation. Although she had been a member along with her husband since the beginning of the TLR, she had never been involv...
Foreword: This isn't really a BTB Revenge tale, and it might be seen as a "wimp story" by some. It's more of a different take on some of the Unsuspecting Husband tales I've seen on here. While it isn't a BTB, it's still a type of Zero Tolerance tale. Nobody gets killed in this one. :P This is basically a mental palette cleanser as far as getting back to wo...
Author's Note: This is part three of a multipart story. It is recommended that you read the first two parts before this one, so you have a better understanding of what is going on. Contrary to what I said in the author's note at the beginning of part 2, this is not the final part. As I started writing this chapter, it became clear that it would take at least...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of Th...
This is a Winter Holiday contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. Reminiscing on Christmas, a lonely black man remembers better times in his life. * Michael's favorite thing to do, while masturbating, was to remember a few select white women from his past. Recalling the white women that he had sexual relat...
This is my final story on Literotica. All characters participating in sex are at least eighteen years old. *** Tears streamed from Rachel Fisher's normally twinkling blue eyes and rolled down her flawless skin as she viewed the troubling text message on her cell phone. Her mind blazed angrily, as she dashed through the halls of Hayward High School, sendin...
Chapter 3: The Plot Thickens Erika Johansson smiled at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. Had Alistair not already left for his early morning meeting with Thomas and Sally, he would undoubtedly have approved. She held the compact mobile phone away for a moment, and shook out the silken locks she'd styled into golden waves. They bounced on her shoulders...