I realize that it has been a few years since I promised this sequel, and I do apologize. I hope that you enjoy. ***** Pulling into the drive, Terry shook her blond head, trying to clear away the last of the cobwebs still clogging her thinking. Her mind ran back over the events the events of earlier in the evening, strange as they were, but only disjointed...
Things had been brewing for some time, for years in fact. There were so many occasions he could remember, so many throwaway moments that on their own were insignificant but which taken together took on a synergy of their own and became a deeply involved tapestry. It was hard at times to tell who was seducing who, which of them was driving things and which wa...
By the third decade of the twenty-first century, the economy had finally imploded and the demand for employees appeared to permanently dry up. It appeared that a high rate of unemployment exceeding 17% would be a permanent fixture in the social fabric. Hordes of twenty-somethings had permanently indentured themselves with student loan debts that they could n...
Some people just have it. I'm one of them. I grew up being called 'Ricky Dicky' and it was annoying as all fuck. When I was an early teen, I got into some scuffles because some people just don't know how to shut their fucking mouths. I grew, in many ways. I became 6'2" and 200 pounds of muscle. I was a gym rat. Most people shut their mouths after the first f...
A week had gone by since her experience with Kay, she wondered why she hadn't heard from her. She thought about calling her, maybe invite her over, maybe let Kay fuck her this time. She also was surprised that she hadn't heard from the other mystery person, no more notes, no more gifts. Crystal thoughts returned to Kay, how she had so enjoyed fucking her...
To my readers of this story. First thanks for your comments positive or negative and also for sticking in there. Some of the delay between chapters is an ongoing issue with Literotica, which seems to have now been overcome. Also I'm feeling my way with this story so the chapters are short and not fast coming. For that I apologize. I almost never respond to...
"Hello?" A woman's voice responded, "Mr. Johnson?" "Yes." "Mr. Bill Johnson?" This was a telemarketer's call. It had all of the telltale signs. He would hang up on her soon. "Yes." "Hi, I'm calling on behalf of Moonlight Sales and we'd like to thank you for your recent purchase." "Oh! Okay." "We have a free gift for you." She gushed in typical sal...
After a fast half hour on the vibrating bike, I pulled into Maximilian's garage, waved at Stephen tending the counter, and we hoofed it a half block to the pub. The block had seen better times. It honestly looked like it was in it's last gaps before being pulled, kicking and screaming, into abject poverty. The railroad, once a big business back in the day, a...
George stepped out of the shower and reached for the towel. He dried himself and then he checked himself out. He was in need of a shave both on his face and also his cock. He took the razor and shaved his face until it was smooth and ready to have the aftershave applied. Next he changed blades and applied the foam to his cock and bollocks. He took the blade...
Trisha answered the phone while still wrapping the towel around her. "Hello," she sounded rushed. "Hello," his deep, rich voice made her smile. It always did. "Hey, baby, how are you?" "I'm okay, it's been a slow day. In the entertainment center, in the livingroom, I left a package for you. Don't get it until I'm off the phone." She nodded, then added a...