Claire paced the hall in agitation. At her best she had never been patient in nature but as nervous as she was now the forced wait was only irritating her more. Her nerves were rubbed raw but she was trying desperately to maintain her composure. She needed this job. Needed it in the worst way. Working at Jacks little a vaunt guard gallery these past few mont...
As always, this story is entirely the product of the author's sick and demented mind. The story is the final phase of Harry Dick's Christmas Story, written at the suggestion of a number of writers on Literotica. My thanks to DanielleKitten for her read as I was composing this little tale and anyone else who gets a chuckle from my character's antics. For thos...
All characters are adults. ***** The first time I collided with Janet Douglas I was in my car parked in a space beside the Come & Go store, with a cup of coffee and a Crispy Cream Donut for supper. Janet strolled over, leaned on the door, and kinda stuck her head and tits in the window. I put down the file I was reading. "Gotta light?" She asked. It was e...
The cave's vault acts as a natural amplifier. The speakers, dozens of them, tiny and rigged across the narrow shelves of stone, all of them feed into the player. It's thin, touch screen blurring in places, smearing electric color in the corners. He likes to blast Tchaikovsky. He hears it when he's over the hill, down where the road is breaking apart with e...
"You look…nice…" Beth softly complimented, brushing her full lips against Gwen's cheek. "Thank you sweetie…" She returned, glowing from the simple, heartfelt statement. Gwen's cock stirred from the closeness, Beth's light perfume and immaculate femininity. The two friends chatted incessantly within the luxurious confines of Gwen's BMW...
This is part twelve of our story. Reading previous chapters will help you to get to know Christine, Peter, Madeline, Sid, and Shan better. We join our story in progress. Peter is an immortal, and Christine will face danger from his world if they remain together. They travel to Peter's island retreat/fortress, Sesamus, for her training, where Christine meets...
It was about eight and the sun was gliding behind the horizon as she slipped on her heels and admired her outline in the mirror that hung at the end of her bed. Her dress sat tightly but comfortably against her hips and clung to her thighs, her stockinged legs shone in the reflected light of the candles on her dresser. The modestly scooped neckline showed of...
Maxwell Joseph Donaldson stood before the court completely relaxed and unrepentant. He had not only confessed to the rape of the nineteen year old woman, but had boasted about it. He wasn't worried, he had been sent to prison before for the same crime and was certain that he could take anything the penal system could dish out to him. At six foot two and two...
Carnivals have always been a great love of mine. Growing up, my friends thought it was strange how excited I became at the news of a carnival coming to town, but they were cunts. It took me awhile to pinpoint what exactly drew me in so effortlessly when it came to carnivals, but the older I became the more I understood. Don't get me wrong, I've always loved...
This is a true story about me and an ex-girlfriend of mine which will likely turn into a series which will chart how she changed me and my life. This story is about setting the scene and our first time the other parts will be more focused around what happened next. *** I don't quite know what it was about her when I first laid eyes on her. She was a new hi...