An apology and an introduction from the writer: I have three stories on Literotica that I have not finished; two, Love in the Cross Hairs and Allyson, are still active, and will be completed imminently. Please be patient. This story, Too Clever by a Mile, has been finished, and will be submitted, a chapter a week, until it is all on line. So for anyone who...
Chapter 08 - 2000 Campaigning Against Bush and Gore The campaign to return Mark to the State Senate for a second four-year term had reached its end. The polls were about to close. There was no one else to convince, no thrill of selling one more voter on Mark's talent and ability. There was no more racing around for appointments, no setting up new events to...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
She was running for her life, stumbling in the mist. Her legs dragged behind her like anchors; her lungs burned and her head throbbed. She gulped fog; it stung her eyes and clogged her throat. It was all there was to breathe. 'Just a matter of time before he catches me,' she realized with mounting terror. The creature that had been a handsome young man a...
Mark's Perspective... The alarm clock went off and I knew it was time to pull myself out of bed. When I got home last night, I barely had a moment to breathe before Tara attacked me. She was completely naked. She handed me a beer, dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick like she it was water and she was dying of thirst. I'll never complain about t...
Pelaam© April 2009 I received a request for a story featuring these characters. This story is dedicated to Watercrazy. * If Daniel had been given to gambling, he would be walking away from the table certain he had ridden his luck once too often. It had been close. Too close, but he was still here, still in one piece, if a little battered. He glanced down...
Hurry up and wait; that was the order of business for Larik'Ni, a teal skinned Birran flight controller for planet Haven's docking port. Haven's name was a bit of a misnomer, for the second planet in the Tref system was anything but a true haven. Officially known in Planetary Coalition registries as Tref 2, Haven was nothing more than a large chunk of rock t...
Dakota Hastings boarded the bus and sat near the back. She hated riding the bus, but it was the only form of long-distance transportation she could afford to get back her parents' house. She knew she would be given the 'I told you so' lecture from her parents, but it didn't matter. They said she could come back and that was all that cared about her now. Dak...
It was a hot night in Rochester but I shivered all the same. There were no cars in the driveway on a sprawling cream colored new-money manse the bordered the Clearey Woods, so I pulled up the parking brake and on battered gray Camry. The thick pine and birch that skirted the side and back of the property kept drawing my eye. If I wasn't very careful, I could...
(An account of painful parts in faraway parts.) (As usual, this is a record of an actual event. The names are fictional but the persons and places are real. The young lady who confided this to me during the course of a discussion that constituted part of some psychological research studies I was undertaking on fetishes in sex and how they arose in individua...