This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
Chapter 5 The next eight sessions with Dr. Wojcik followed procedures similar to those laid laid out previously. Each time, I was forced to mount the table, allow myself to be strapped in place on the apparatus, then slowly driven to a state of sexual near-madness. I was never allowed to thrust the first time, then positively forced to the second! I hated t...
Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 9 After reading the previous chapters, my best friend Karen tells me, I've achieved my goal – I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the ninth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one. I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous ch...
September, 2010 Marie: I was nineteen when we married. My ex-husband, the Jerk, was twenty-five. I was madly in love with him, can you believe it? He was a third year Medical Student and I was an Art major. He was drop dead gorgeous handsome and could charm the Devil to let him out of hell. I dropped out of college and worked as a waitress to help suppo...
Author's note: All characters and situations in this story are fictional except the well known very public names, obviously. I DID read Tommy Franks' autobiography about 10 years ago and hope I retained and represent all the key things from it accurately now. But no guarantees based on my current memory state. This is a supplemental story to my "Special We...
Note: Dear Readers: I can explain what happened at the beginning of Chapter 4. It was supposed to start with Section 12: Thigh High, and 13: Hide and Seek. However, due to a clerical error by yours truly (ME), instead of submitting Chapter 4, I submitted Chapter 5 and labeled it Chapter 4 instead. Please forgive me. On its way now to Literotica, in two fo...
Meeting someone is like walking into the middle of a story; one where there's no beginning that defines who the characters are. If you're sincerely interested, you have to stick around and read between the lines, as well as spend a lot of time listening. Only then will you begin to understand what drives people to be who they are. This story is like that. Y...
[Note: By Lifting Winds Forgot and The Ceremony of Innocence precede this tale. If you've not read these two this story will make no sense at all.] +++ Time, Like A River: The Voyage From Driftwood III Part I: They called for the harp – but our blood they shall spill Byron, By the Waters of Babylon – from The Hebrew Melodies ◊◊χ...
Not that it matters but this is based on a true story narrated to the author by the main character, a man who casually mentioned the rather unusual way he lost his virginity. The author then coaxed him to deliver his entire story, which he did over a lazy weekend in a farmhouse in upstate New York. The Greyhound driver swung towards highway I90W and began...
This is the second story about the adventures of Puck the Fairy in today's world. The first story related the happenstance of his return from a long exile, but now that he's back, I thought I would relate another tale as told to me by the Bawd of Stratford (that other guy you might be thinking of was before my time). It's a long, involved romance, but doesn'...