The source material's been done to death, of course. A few have even taken it in the direction this story goes. But none have been terribly faithful to the original, and commercial considerations prevented them from following things to their logical conclusion. My Pleasures Were (To Say The Least) Undignified by Optimizer I've finished preparing the next...
'Can I buy you a drink?' It took me a second to realise I was being asked a question. It took another two to comprehend what was being asked. It then took me countless more seconds to try and decide whether I should say 'yes' or 'no'. It might sound silly, but at twenty-four years of age, I'd never had a man ask to buy me a drink in a straight bar before....
Part II: San Francisco James thanked Charles for both taking care of me and taking care of the house. I kissed Charles good-bye and ran my hand over his still hard cock. We unloaded and checked the bags then proceeded to our gate. “I need to stop in the men’s room,” James said as we got close to it. I had a little accident when you came,” he blushed. I gi...
I can't help bouncing with happiness waiting for John, sore from last night or not I'm fertile. I smile up at Francis as he walks over he had felt really good last night. Judging by his returning smile he feels the same way about me. "Hi Catchada, to be honest I thought you would be hobbling around your house for a day or two after last night." I giggle nor...
Copyright © 2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Copyright Holder/Author. Note: This is the second in the John Abernathy series. There is no sex in this story. This story is a little long...
This is a partially true story, with some embellishments and enhancements out of my own fantasy. I'll allow you, dear readers, to wonder what is true, and what is contrived, where truth ends and fantasy begins. Enjoy. ;) Mistress Margo was waiting for me in the reception hall of Saint Petersburg Airport. I had been there a couple of times before, but this t...
Helmut Armand Vaughan, he preferred Army, stepped out his front door, expecting to do his daily run. Discovering that Dallas had suffered another of its infamous ice storms overnight, he retreated to his bedroom to get dressed for work. He would need the extra time for the drive in, with the ice and all, he knew the roads would be hell. Just as he made the...
This is not a story in which the characters get what they deserve. Nor is it a good vs. evil morality tale. If that's what you seek, you'll be better served elsewhere. It's a story about people (of the fictional kind: I made them up, so they don't act like you or me), and the wonderful and terrible things they sometimes do for and to each other. And of cours...
This is meant to be my own idea of humorous fiction. All beings involved are at least 18 years of age. No villagers were hurt in the making of this story. I apologize right now to anyone who finds blasphemous my attempts at humanizing the deity. I hope you enjoy this tale. All comments are welcome, and votes are appreciated. Thanks for reading me. ***** Cu...
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