The sun's fierce light bore down mercilessly on the shimmering water, the relentless light scattered into a million crystal shards, each blinding ray intent on finding it's way into Walter Hansen's tormented eyes. He scanned the light gray instrument panel quickly, noted the threat receiver still blinking intently, and he looked at his airspeed indicator. 46...
This is the third chapter of a series. While the author hopes that this story can stand on its own, it will be much easier to follow if you have read the previous two chapters of "The Gulf Coast Move." This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or entity is coincidental and unintentional. As a work...
Summer is quickly approaching along the central coast of California. It's only mid-June and already the temperature is nearing triple digits in Pismo Beach where I live. Climate change is a reality. We never experienced this many hot days twenty years ago. Pismo Beach is situated on the Pacific Ocean which meant moderate temperatures and cool evening breezes...
I suppose it really started two years ago when I was working for a small community newspaper in Colorado. It was the holiday season and, as in a lot of places, when the holiday season arrived the offices take on a gay, festive air. Banners and posters appear, Christmas cards get pinned up on cork memo boards and desks suddenly sprout scented candles and cand...
Mike Stevens and Elizabeth Delaroca pulled up in front of the house in a nondescript red Jeep Cherokee. The stepped out, their blue jumpsuits not giving any indication that they worked for an agency designed to fight extradimensional beings. The FBEI, the Federal Bureau of Extradimensional Investigations, had cleaned out more haunted houses than the public w...
Chapter Seven "You said to come over whenever I was ready," said Rockie with a big grin on her face. She couldn't ignore the warmth she was feeling in her heart at the sight of JR's sleep-filled eyes, drowsy expression and hair that was more disheveled from sleeping than she had ever seen it in the daytime. He really was touching her in ways that she had...
I've read several stories on Literotica about cheating wives and their secretive, adulterous wiles and schemes. It seems they all just happen to find that wonderful guy with the biggest piece of meat they've ever seen. It's just so marvelously huge they just can hardly imagine trying to fit it into their tiny mouths. They don't believe they could ever fit it...
I'd known the Doc for several semesters, and we'd do small talk during my breaks. She was taking the once-a-week life drawing classes at State University and I was often the male model. It was an ongoing recreational art class in the evenings, no credit, just a means for art students to get in more time with a live model. After a 20 or 30-minute pose the m...
David Letterman was just about to end his interview with Madonna when my step-mother, Ann, stepped in front of the living room television. She wore nothing but a lacy, white teddy that barely covered her cantaloupe-size tits. Her poofy, brown muff showed through the thin fabric. "Tonight," she said, "we're going to see how much you can take." Ann and I had...
A freshman in college, Jenny West, had classes during the day, but time to babysit at night. Confident, she'd get clients easily—she was busty, bright and quite experienced with children of all ages, Jenny posted and nailed flyers up all over her college town. Two days later, Jenny's cell phone rang. Mark Johnson, a local celebrity and millionaire business...