Chapter Thirty-Three: Rejection and Acceptance When I woke, I was in Alistair's tent. For the second time. I mostly could tell it was his tent on account of the fact that he was lying in it, right beside me. There's not a lot of room in a bedroll, really, so I was plastered to his side while he was on his back, arms up and hands behind his head. He jumped...
Welcome all, to another episode of Literotica Sexual Theatre 3000! This time around, we have a stinker of biblical proportion. The green fog of death from the Ten Commandments can't hold a candle to the deadly combination of cliché, poor grammar, and just plain god-awful writing in this story. I don't know how we survived it. Notice that we? That's right,...
Sitting out on the back deck I do not always hear the doorbell when it rings. I should probably fix that problem some day since I spend so much time out here enjoying the view and sun. Then again I do not get many unexpected guests. I live on the outskirts of town on a large bluff. The back of my home faces the south towards the city and the view is spectac...
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I'm at the lab a lot. That's the way it is. I was on the verge of a breakthrough that would change the world. I was close. But breakthroughs take time and long, long hours. Taylor didn't get it. She complained bitterly about this or that, claiming I was never there when she needed me. I trimmed some hours after we married, but she knew what she was getting...
The Boner Girl No job too big, no job too small Author's notes: 1) all characters are above eighteen years of age. 2) I owe a debt of gratitude to all of the readers who commented on my previous story. I have tried to learn from you and apply the lessons. 3) When reading this story, some of you may wonder whether boner girls exist in real life. I have tr...
Tracey looked for address numbers as she walked the New York sidewalk near Wall Street. It was a cool, gray November afternoon, and the streets were a flow of well-dressed professional men and women shouldering expensive bags and purses, pushing past wandering tourists with cameras and shopping bags. A homeless man sat with a sad-looking German Shepard, tryi...
Thank you all for everything you've said about my stories, I really appreciate it. Here's another one that I hope you all enjoy. It is a fictional story, as are all of my tales so; be sure to remember that anything CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional tale. Oh, and don't forget to vote; and remember that, as always, I pray that you all find peace and G...
PROLOGUE It's ten after three and the school bus should be arriving in the next couple of minutes. I can't stand still and keep going back and forth: to the window, to the kitchen to check on food, to the living room to try and just sit for a few minutes. It's not the kids' arrival that is making me so excited. No, it's their father's arrival in another thr...
This is the next, and likely the final story in the Brandt Family Adventures. For those unfamiliar with the series, I STRONGLY suggest that you read, "His Daddy's Car", followed by 'Change', and 'Searching' before starting on this story. This story follows 'Searching', and like it, takes place a few years in the future. There are several inferences of sex...