CHAPTER 1 Female novelist in Chicago seeks homely ranchers to host her for several weeks, perhaps at intervals over months, while she researches for a new novel set on a modern ranch. Will pay for food and lodgings. Write Skye Brock, Reflection Publications, 1B Sim St, Chicago, Il 99999 Bored at spending Saturday at home by himself, Ryan Hobbs replied t...
I became still as a statue for several minutes, not moving, not speaking, and not thinking of anything other than the words that just passed through my ears. I knew that feline and Kamaloid DNA were part of my genetic make up. I had now found a third piece of the puzzle that I was looking for. I tried to think of all of the possibilities that could have led...
Author's Note: This will be my 196th literotica submission. I have decided to take a break from writing and I will stop after my 200th submission. Thanks to all who have read the stories and provided me with feedback and suggestions. I will write four more stories based on suggestions I have received from readers. INTRODUCTION In Chapter One the reader met...
I was dictating the final draft of my quotation to Meghana at the office when the three guys who worked for me walked into the office. "Sir," said Ajay, a longhaired boy, in his mid-twenties who'd graduated from the Fine School of Architecture last year. I frowned at him. It was a well-known fact that I did not like to be disturbed when I was dictating quo...
Chapter 1 It was on the plane ride that I realized that this could be the best week of my life. I finally had Diane alone for a week in a foreign country where phone calls and texts were not going to be a distraction. I had finally got back on the money train and had dropped some weight and looked pretty good. I wanted to reward myself with a fun week wit...
The personal ad in the back section of the New York Review of Books caught my eye immediately: Widow seeks personal assistant. Must be well-educated, worldly-wise, well-traveled, have impeccable taste, be totally discreet, loyal, and available 24/7. Excellent salary. On-the-job training as appropriate. Send résumé to Box 7532. I had risen rapidly through t...
Part 7: New Beginnings The following is a continuing work of fiction, any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional. * Waking to the light of day Jennifer found that she and Bill were in bed together, and Monica wasn't there. Jennifer's morning fog let her know that Monica wasn't there, but not what was...
Part 3. John, Manda. John McCall sat on the low wall overlooking the beach. The island hadn't changed much. He remembered how the sand had been just as dazzlingly white, or how the sky had been as incredibly blue. He even remembered the clump of gnarled trees, close by the sea -- and how, one balmy night, he had made love at their ancient feet. Wherever h...
Author's Note: If found anywhere except Literotica.Com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Copyright Les Lumens. Every so often, I just feel like writing some smut. This is one of those times. There's more, but I'll leave that for the closing. **** Amber absently toyed with a lock of her strawberry blonde hair as sh...
AUTHORS NOTE: My apologies to all the wonderfully depraved male and female readers who have waited patiently for this next installment of THE ORAL BANK TELLER.. Your email comments have been greatly appreciated. I am humbled... and determined to continue my efforts on behalf of masturbators everywhere. As always, you may rest assured that these events did,...