Chapter 14 - The Visitor ***** "It's the Dark Brotherhood, boss," Delvin said, sitting across from me at my dining table. "Is this letter a threat or... something else?" He met my eyes. "They know you committed murder, that's for sure. Who in oblivion did you kill?" "I did it for Muiri. She admitted to performing the Black Sacrament, but she never recei...
Chapter Seven -- Heads or Tales Penelope, Silvia and Bradley arrived at Ellen Wright's house to find the scene of crime team and medical examiner in attendance. They put on the Tyvek over-boots, hair coverings and latex gloves and entered the house being careful to tread only on the matting laid down by the CSI techs. Bob Tanner met them at the door to the...
My major sexual interest is in female domination. One of the subcategories of that is domination by a physically superior woman, i.e. a bodybuilder or athlete. This is a good example of that. It was written in march 2018, so it's a pretty recent effort. Hope you like it! ***** Candy relaxed in the pool lounger, soaking up the sunshine. She was kind of se...
Authors note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To...
Carol and I had first met as babies in an orphanage; we were both adopted by the same couple and brought up like brother and sister. By her teens Carol was a blonde blue-eyed pocket Venus, small waist, tight bum and huge 36EE breasts. We fell in love and married; till our wedding night we were both virgins. We took out an short term mortgage on a country c...
The place is for real, its description perhaps a little bit over the top, as for the rest...? It's been threatening to rain for days, making the current place I was sitting very eerie, for it was an old gothic mansion. When I first saw it, it reminded me a bit of 'Mandalay' from Daphne Du Maurier story 'Rebecca'. My living quarters are the old servant's qu...
This is a true story about me witnessing my mum in a catfight, although, to call it a catfight is not entirely true; more like a slaughter! It happened two years ago when I first enrolled at a college in Liverpool, England to study Art and Design. I was 18 at the time. Because I have High-Functioning Autism I have always been quite introverted, quiet and no...
Ragon woke quickly the following night. His hands pushed against the roof of the freezer, where he slept, forcing it open. As the frosty air cleared, he knew instantly that Bell was gone. He could no longer feel her heart beat; the house was silent. In a fury he rushed to the front door, blurring through the house, hoping he was wrong. "Fool," he said out...
My heels clicked on the pavement as I walked towards my client's front door. I liked visiting Tom - he was a bit disorganised and I was forever trying to keep his files in order, but we always had a laugh and a flirt together. Tom grinned as he opened the door wide. "Well, if it isn't my favourite auditor," he said pleasantly. "Should I offer you tea or w...
I knew her through the office of course, that and helping her manage and learn to use her computer in the facets of her new job. She was a quiet, slim, slightly mousy woman in her forties. Divorced, slightly bitter, but otherwise not the sort of person you'd look at twice if you passed her in the mall. I was working on her computer's connection to the netwo...