A little wicked story. Sorry no sex and no editor. I hope you enjoy. The economic storm that enveloped J.W. Parker & Associates that bright spring morning came without warning clouds or distant thunder. Ellen Walker came into work as usual and found the storm well advanced. The men in dark suits had descended into every corner of the office; they were well...
The House on Congress Street was right across from the little park. It was a quiet street in a prosperous Brooklyn neighborhood, sandwiched between Carol Gardens and Brooklyn Heights. Jimmy O'Reilly didn't see any hill in the Cobble Hill district. As far as the Albany attorney could tell, the area was as flat as a pancake with its eastern border fixed by the...
The following is the first chapter of a long story. I have two warnings: First I haven't finished it yet, and only the first chapter has passed a final edit. Second I wrote what I wanted, and I didn't try to adhere to some arbitrary form. Accordingly, there is a long backstory before the main story begins. This story begins before the action in Crime and Pu...
Like many others, I think Richard Gerald is an excellent story teller, but "Another Love" leaves me with a deep sense of injustice (by the way, Richard has given me permission to publish this and I thank him for it, and I want it acknowledged that no other story on Literotica has ever prompted me to write an alternative ending so he must be good -- he defini...
"Tell me why you wish to work for the US Attorney, other than the obvious step up," Jake Greenwald said. He was medium height, balding prematurely and had the slight build that was called skinny although twenty pounds overweight and hopelessly out of shape. Lynda Segal kept the smile on her face that she had worn all through the interview with this officiou...
The Reverend Thomas McManus, former auxiliary bishop of the Arch Diocese of Brooklyn, was dying of the pancreatic cancer that had eaten from that organ into the rest of his pain-racked body. Every twenty minutes, the little drug-dispensing machine would whirl a revolution and dispense a drop of morphine into his IV drip. Morphine and the small female hand la...
Another Love: Fallout I would like to start by thanking RichardGerald for giving me permission to write this sequel to his 2016 story, "Another Love." I have read this story several times, along with the sequels and alternate endings written by others. For some reason, this story hit me on a level few others have. It is the story of a man who learns...
So once again we can thank Demirath for the editing. This is Part 2 of four. Comments are welcome but don't feel you need to tell me what a slut my heroine is after all I wrote her as a good wife. ***** My early morning flight from Chicago arrives at LAX right on time, a little after noon. LA is my least favorite city. I am, in this way at least, a typica...
Several editors have worked on this story which was sitting in my file, but Demirath did the last and most extensive work. This is a long story broken into four short parts. The first and second parts could stand alone but they just felt so incomplete even for me. I apologize to all who were offended by my last story. Sometimes, I just go very dark. There i...
I don't know why I wrote this the first line came to me and the story flowed from there. It is definite a love story, but a very odd one. There is no graphic sex because it does not fit the story. You can thank Vickietern for fixing most of my mistakes in spelling and grammar. ***** "When are you going to ask me to marry you?" Patty-Ann asked. We were se...