Pillow Talk By Michele Nylons Chapter Seven – CBGB Michelle Clooney met with Linda Gordon in her pokey flat down at Hunts Point but told her nothing what had happened at the Pine Barrens. Far from it; the way Michelle told it, she had met Nicky ‘The Wop’ and Vinnie Boccia at a coffeehouse in Little Italy and they had hatched their scheme there. “So you...
I noticed as she returned the key to its home, nestled between her breasts, out of sight under her blouse, her breasts seemed much fuller than I remembered. I looked down and spotted what certainly appeared to be a baby bump. "Are you expecting?" I asked. "Yes," she answered before looking around, "We haven't told anyone." My curiosity made me ask, "Why n...
Hi, I am a newbie author and this is my first story in Literotica. My story is about a fantasy role reversal. It has nonconsensual sex and politically incorrect way of thinking. If this is not the type of story you like, please do us all a favor and stop here. In the spirit of transparency, my story is also not unique and I got the idea from a story I find...
-Book One Giles stepped into the vestibule, blushing. Keri smiled. She enjoyed Giles, he was a real gentleman, excellent manners, generous tipper...but despite the fact Giles was three times Keri's age, whenever he came to visit, he was like a bashful thirteen year old.He had none of the manipulative guile that Gerry, Keri's fiancee had. In her struggles...
I had known Kerry for a number of years, in fact, she had gone to school with my daughter and was now in her early twenties. I had always liked her. She was a very matter-of-fact girl, capable and confident so it was a surprise to me when she became involved with a man ten years her senior. I knew him as well - and liked him, but he had settled for the bache...
Chapter 6: Julie Pays the Bills, Part I For nearly a year I had been living as the Gifted Grifter, and I was getting into an established routine. I would travel to Vegas or Atlantic City under an assumed name, betting horses and sports during the day, using my mindreading glasses to pick up tips from knowledgeable bettors. At night I would hit the poker roo...
Jonathan and Melinda where were on their fourth day of a three week vacation as they strolled along a sandy beach on a small Caribbean island. The ocean was calm and only small ripples ran along the shore with the movement of the tide as the sun was slowly sinking into the ocean. As they rounded a rocky outcrop Melinda noticed a small battered wooden box par...
They say the imagination is the most vital erogenous zone of them all... "You think our meeting at 'Les Café Des Poetès' was random?" he teases. "You think it was coincidence? It was not random. It was no coincidence. I know who you are. I've known who you are for some time. I've studied you. Your past. Your desires. Your tastes. Your life-style. I tracked...
Steve Feldman saw it in the "Inflight" magazine he usually thumbed through on his many business trips. A little clock radio that was actually a surveillance camera. Perfect! he thought. Perfect for catching the cleaning crew that paid a weekly visit to his home and whom he suspected of pilfering some of his valuables. He'd had an expensive watch stolen but c...
My name is Estelle. I am a divorcee of a few years, and I just celebrated my fifty-second birthday. I am not a beauty queen, and never was, though I do try to be well groomed and keep my weight under control. Most of the time I am employed as a paralegal, and this is what I usually tell people who ask my occupation. Only if pressed do I usually reveal that I...