The Beginning: Brice Bartel sat at the bar nursing his fourth Bourbon and water on the rocks. "How in hell did this all happen?" he thought to himself. In the back of his mind, he felt that he should have seen it coming... that somehow, somewhere there must have been a clue, a tip-off, but try as he might, he couldn't think of anything. It had all just seem...
~~Jack~~ "Um, sure. Is that ok, my Prince?" he said. "... oui, mon amour. But, return to my side when you are done." He gave her his best 'I love you' smile, and with a small bow, turned and walked off to join Athalia. As he turned, he took a glance at everyone's gaze, to see what they thought of this strange development. Bunch of raised eyebrows. People...
CHAPTER 1: STRONG HAND The cold water ran over Moralez's prosthetic fingers as he held them beneath the flow of the faucet, turning them over, flexing them as the liquid poured across the tread-like pads that helped them grip objects. He could feel the chill on the black polymer that encased the machinery and electronics within, as if it was his own skin,...
Author's note. Last week's story "What happens in Vegas" got me a lot of comments about how there should have been more revenge taken for the incident. While I really think that what he did was enough. I decided to pump up the revenge just a tad this week for all of you violence and planned revenge junkies. I think there's enough of a happy ending here for e...
At The Garret Manor On A Dark And Stormy Night: "I'm severing all blood ties with my nephew..." "Mr. Garret. Is that what you really want to do, Sir?" "Lands, I hired you as a lawyer, so do some goddamned lawyering and quit asking stupid questions!" "Yes Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." The flames crackled and danced in the huge fireplace of Garret Manor, casting...
AN: If you've read the first two chapters, you should know what kind of story this is. Expect no realism or restraint. This is a ludicrous sexual power fantasy, as crazy as I can make it. If that's the kind of thing you want to read, then enjoy! ***** As the edge of the evening sun at last fell behind the horizon, I, The God Emperor, stepped down from my c...
Notes This is the ELEVENTH installment of Field Trip Follies. Thanks to Literotica author Laurie for lending me her characters Lindsey Foster and her sister Katie. And also thanks to Laurie for all her unflagging encouragement and amazing inspiration. Read her work! It's wonderfully naughty stuff! http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=31501&...
There is no sex between characters 18-years-old or younger in this story. As a matter of fact, there's no sex at all in this story. If that's what you were looking for, you may want to choose another story. May I recommend one of the "Nellie" stories by MsCherylTerra? HERE Bought and Sold She bought me, and for that I hated her. I sold myself cheap, and f...
My Uncle, J.D. Spencer, passed away last month and left me his Antebellum Estate outside of Aiken, South Carolina. Julius Daniel Spencer, M.D. was a psychologist and the great, great, great, great grandson of George Washington Spencer. Each successive heir in the Spencer family took over the Marital Institute that G.G.G.Great Uncle George founded before the...
Honolulu: Present day On the outer edge of Honolulu, in a suburb called Kaimuki, nestled at the base of the Diamond head Crater, on the island of Oahu, Ethan Grant sat on a wicker sofa in the sun room of his cousin Ashley's home. In his right hand, he spun an external drive from finger to finger. On the drive was a video recording a weekend of unbridled pas...