Dedicated to Toni Bentley "In those first years after my marriage, I discovered that the greatest antidote to bad fucking - or no fucking - is fantasy, and that fantasy's greatest aide is the Pussy Hound: the man who lives to dive ... Most men will lick and suck and drink a pussy - and I'm not complaining. But it is the rare man who does so with his whole c...
Chapter 1: The Awkward Introduction I had been to the seaside resort town twice before, but both times in the summer. When I checked into the hotel on that day in late March, the whole place seemed cold and dreary. I was wearing a winter coat, a freezing drizzle was falling, and the whole town seemed empty and sleepy. A cold wind blustered through the mostl...
Chapter 1: Tuesday Morning, 4AM - Rejection "This is Dorothy Bishop. My daughter, Alaina, caught a stomach bug and won't be attending today. I can be reached at my home number if there are any questions when you get in. Thanks, and have a good day." She clicked the cordless phone off and let it fall to the floor. The phone landed and bounced as her arm fol...
*** Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade!Hide your face so the world will never see you. Masquerade!Every face a different shade.Masquerade!Look around, there's another mask behind you! -"Masquerade", The Phantom of the Opera *** CHAPTER 1: Blackmailed into Slavery "Please, Sir," Mandy said in a shaky voice to the man in the well-tailored sui...
Okay, so it's been a long time since I've added to my story list. Call it the stress of my bitch-wife throwing me out of my house because she wants a divorce. Oh, well. That shit happens. This story is long. If you have read my other stuff, that's a given. No, I'm not going to split my shit into sixty-nine parts to keep your hands and socks busy. There's...
Author's note: This entire story is posted only on literotica.com. Any other public posting without my permission in writing is a violation of my copyright. —— 1 —— Tom Rechtmann stepped into Tony's and looked around. The restaurant was designed for casual dining—it was licensed for beer and wine, but nothing stronger—a...
Chapter 18 75. Collisions "I don't care what she says, Frank, I want to talk with her. We have been apart for more than 15 hours, that's longer then we have been apart for more than our entire lives. I made a childish mistake, and if she can't forgive me for it, I will kill myself. I don't need a gun, knife, or any man-made object to do it, and she knows i...
Once again I want to thank my editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His work made the final product much more readable. As always, however, any errors remaining are mine. I did tweak this one a little after he returned it. ***** Garrett Mans came slouching into the kitchen of his mother's house late once again for supper. The 19-year-old well-...
"Seventeen-Twenty-Five from dispatch," squawked the radio. Liz Harrison, our lead dispatcher, was working the day shift in the communication center. I always loved it when Liz was working dispatch, instead of stuck in her office supervising. Liz had a silky, smoky voice that would make any 1-900 phone sex girl envious. I keyed the button on my lapel mike f...
As always, this story is pure and total fiction so; remember that anything CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional story. One more thing, this story is dedicated to two of the kindest, most sincere people that I know, and I won't mention their full names because they know who I'm talking about, don't you, Peter and Trish? LOL! As far as everyone else is...