After the phone call with Ingrams HQ was done, April decided to have a beer in the pub, to celebrate. She'd been there every evening after work and this evening, as she appeared and took a seat, Bernie glanced over at her, didn't even blink, and just got her a pint of cider and placed it in front of her. April was very pleased. She was a regular! "You lo...
Copywrite©2010 Mendon Fishers I was suddenly awake, and covered in a cold sweat. I guess I had "The Nightmare" again but couldn't remember it. I guess talking to the "doc" had helped. I knew I couldn't go back to sleep yet. The nightmare would only return. I looked over at the alarm clock. It was 4:30 am. Almost time to get up anyway, so I might as well g...
First, I need to thank Nathan Oxford for proofreading again And, ThanatopicFolds, for editing and working patiently with me. I learned a lot from you. You guys totally rock. On with the story. * "I've been hit!" "He didn't hit you," Helen growled. "He fucking shot me. He got me in the face! "Come here. Lemme see your face, Lance," Helen said. Sh...
A special thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his editing and exceptional creative input. The Tailor is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. If this content is not to your liking, please find a story more suitable to your tastes. ***** "Hi, I need to get a brides...
XIII. So back into the fray he plunged, virtually abandoning his business and his job. Jenn was working most days so he could basically spend the whole of every weekday, from nine to five at The Club. But days unavoidably dragged on into nights and before too long Matt was almost regularly 'out prowling again', as Jenn put it. He knew it worried her; he inc...
ACKNOWLEDGMENT It is always great to read good stories at LITEROTICA. The reading pleasure is, however, multiplied when one come across a story that, not only is well written, but is also relevant to one's own cultural idiosyncrasies. Being from subcontinent, it is always great to find an author who can come up to all your expectations; creative flair, comm...
It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself too, quite apart from its carnal aspects. My heart begins to pound every time I see one of those women in low-cut dresses walking under the lamplight in the rain, just as monks in their corded robes have always excited some deep, ascetic corner of my soul. The idea of prostitution is a meet...
Why in the world had he taken a job teaching at this shitty high school? Oh that's right, his unit had been called up for Iraq; he'd come home eight months later and he didn't have a job any more. His fucked up former employer had used some legal loop hole to, "eliminate his former position". He'd talked to the JAG officer; he wasn't in a union or a non-exem...
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Dear readers, this chapter features quite a few references to people, events, and places in the Lost in Eros series. If you've read that, I hope you enjoy these callbacks. If you haven't, please consider this an invitation to read this story from the beginning. In any case, I hope you enjoy this story either way. 8. The Tribal Queen, the New Sheriff, & Stor...