/*** AUTHOR'S NOTE. I broke the title length for Literotica stories. The correct full title of this is "The High-School Sweetheart Removal Agency", which is just too good of a title to pass up. It's an Anti-Valentine's Day tale for the Valentine's Day short story competition. Enjoy... ***/ Everyone knows how the story goes. Boy meets Girl. Boy makes fun...
You are probably tired of this, but the story ‘Very Bad Things’ gives a bit of insight to the events in this story, though, as always, I tried to make it stand alone. Somehow, the stories keep connecting. Probably because I keep reusing the characters. Stories sometimes linger. Bear in mind as you read this: this is a story about people and how they deal w...
Present day "Manuel, it's prefect. Look at the composition and the depth- it's incredible. The colors are so expressive, it's like they're speaking; you can almost feel emotion in them, can't you?" Gia's enthusiasm was incredibly infectious and she knew that he was sold. "Do you think it fits with our space? What about the rest of our collection? Will it w...
A searing sun caressed ripe and ready cornfields. Rich yellow heated to a dusted tawny. Tall stalks flaunted their swelling seed to the sun's power. Silence enveloped the land. Nothing moved--- Except Peter Grover, and he loved it all. Loved the heat, the scorching fecund fields, the dry aroma of sun-toasted corn, the quiet, the solitude. No people. Ideal f...
You know it's going to be one of those days when you have to hurry and rush around straight from the word go in the morning. I'm Jet, I'm forty five, five foot six inches tall, black hair (what's left of it), brown eyes and slim to medium build. What else do you want to know? Ah yes, I live alone, divorced for six years and I'm a college lecturer in mathema...
Kaitlyn stood in her office overlooking the deserted shop below. Glancing around at the numerous lithographs of racing scenes hanging on the walls, she fondly remembered her grandfather who'd started the automotive shop before she was born. An immigrant from Dortmund, Germany, he'd come to the United States with his parents when he was just three years old....
November 1958 Alice Newberry peeked nervously from behind the stage curtain in the Oresville High School Auditorium. She wasn't nervous about singing in the talent show because she had been singing on the radio with her Uncle Jacks country band since she was ten years old. Her Uncle Jack did a live show on KLRK in Little Rock on Saturday mornings from ten...
"Fuck me!" Holly gripped the sheets tight as she pushed herself against his massive erection. She had been begging him to be rough and he was still being too gentle. She gritted her teeth. "Seriously Cavan. Go harder!" Holly grunted and reached her hand down under her body. She ran her hands over her hard nipples and down her firm belly. She didn't linger...
Rhea woke up to find two surprising things; she was alone in her bed and someone was in her kitchen preparing...pancakes. She sat up slowly, she had half-expected Mitch to come in here sometime in the middle of the night and sneak into her bed, now she wasn't sure if she was glad or disappointed that he had proved her wrong. She rubbed her arms to relieve t...
I stand transfixed by the scene unfolding across the street. A tall prostitute has left her window booth, prompted by a Dutch tourist with a rental bike. He's asking for directions to the Rijksmuseum, and the woman is showing him the way on a large map unfolded on top of the bike's handlebars. She's leaning forward, pointing out the shortest route among the...