There he was, standing before her and grinning broadly: Doctor Thornton Ignatius Tolliver, in the flesh. Flesh here being the operative word. Up close, that reproductive organ in its full erectness looked absurd. She would be inclined to dismiss it as fake, some grotesque, oversized sculpture made of discarded butcher's cuts, but it was clearly very, very re...
Donald was nowhere to be seen when Bronagh arrived home from the town, and, heart pounding with the excitement of gatecrashing Doctor Tolliver's mystery contest, she set straight to work on her dress. It was a beautiful confection of silk in various shades of green, a colour she always felt not only reflected her proud Irish heritage, but set off her copper...
My wife, Theresa, worked for a local dental clinic. She had Wednesdays and Sundays off. Over the years I had moved up the ladder at my company and had recently achieved the position of vice president. I couldn't help but notice that it seemed like the higher I rose and the better my title; the less I actually had to do. I had returned to the office from lu...
(This is the sequel to "Roger that, Scotsquatch" subtitled "The Man Who Thought he was Woman, 'er I mean Ape") Several months after our initial encounter with Roger the Scotsquatch, Caitlin and I decided it was time for a return trip to the woods. It wasn't just about the sex. We developed a strategic business plan to become rich and famous. Caitlin, quite...
Ch. I: Murder in 33-B Joseph Masterson, Ph.D., was a professor of religious studies at a major university in Los Angeles. He was a trim, alert handsome man of forty-three with a thin moustache, sharp eyes and impeccably dressed. He flashed around big-time money and had quite the eye for the ladies. Which is why Las Vegas was his favorite place and he made i...
"For fuck's sake, Todd, all I'm asking is that you do a little fucking housework. Why is this such a big deal for you?" Margaret was glaring at her husband, hands on her hips, as he sat on the couch, playing one of his dumb video games, like he'd been doing all week. She had hopped for once to come home from work to find the house at least half-way straighte...
"It changes people, Marcie." He continued the theme he had begun in the car as he let her in the door. "Experiencing alternate pasts changes your view point." He closed the door and took her coat, seeing her disbelief. "I know, it sounds impossible, and none of us are completely certain, but we've been running some very careful experiments and they seem to p...
In this second chapter you will meet my dear sweet friend Brooklyn Lamb, a talented author of several books as Brittni and I continue our adventure with her. Also in the chapter is the talented writer Wendy, better known on Literotica as wendy53. Thanks ladies for your input and inspiration that helped make this chapter possible. ***** The next day we we...
Dylan had only been at school for about two weeks, but already he had left town and gone out west to his cousin's bachelor party. Because he had classes until late Friday, he was the last one to arrive Saturday afternoon, and by the time he had checked into his hotel and called to find them, it was starting to get dark out. A taxi ride and short walk later,...
I was born on the Bicentennial and my wife, Jenny, was born on February 29th 1972. She frequently reminds me she is even a little older, implying she's even more mature, during Leap years. She is country girl from Iowa and was pregnant when she graduated from high school and married the father, the youngest son of a rich farmer. The marriage didn't last very...