After my weekend back-to-back sessions with Bethany on Saturday and Karen on Sunday, I would have expected to be dragging badly on Monday morning. Why would any graduate student in his right mind sign up for an 8 a.m. class on any day, let alone Monday, Wednesday, and Friday? To my great surprise, however, I awakened Monday morning about 5:30 a.m. feeling r...
After my Monday morning class, I returned to my grad student's cubicle in Hertz Hall to compile some notes. There was a sticky note from Dr. Keller's secretary asking me to pop in for a brief visit with Keller at my convenience. I walked up the stairs to Keller's office. His gatekeeper secretary smiled nicely and announced me over the telephone. "Go right...
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Chapter 7: The Rescue ***** Admiral Percival Bancroft strummed his fingers along the ornate, wooden desk in front of him. It was almost dinner time and his stomach was growling, having spent the whole day without a proper meal. That wasn't uncommon with his odd schedule, and Bancroft learned a number of years ago how to get through the day on a diet of bla...
Chapter 21: Homeward Bound ***** The following morning after Jack received Admiral Bancroft's latest message, he called together his own war council to decide the best course of action for a return to Java. Apart from Kat, Abigail, and Greg, the rest of the commanders had only heard the basic premise, not knowing the full details of what Bancroft was askin...
This story is the second of my Literotica versions of the "Naked in School" series, started originally by Karen Wagner, who so graciously gave permission to others to use the theme and components in their own versions of this series. I thank her so much for such an inspirational creation! Readers unfamiliar with or familiar but disinterested in the series mi...
Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
-- CHAPTER 4: Manhattan -- **** *-- JUNE (PRESENT DAY), ATHENS, GREECE --* "Jonathan, you were a lot harder to find than I thought." I felt my whole world rocked as I recognized the voice. Perhaps it was the yacht. Even tied up at its berth, the boat swayed gently on the harbor waves. But the point is, my entire sense of balance went off-kilter as Cassan...
Author's Note - Well dear readers, here it is - the next instalment of Two Thousand and Ten. Apologies if you have waited a long time for this as I have been busy with other projects, but hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter. Please feel free to comment or send reviews (as long as they're positive!) Disclaimer - I am not a legal professional, so apologi...
Monica Kelly silently slipped out of bed; trying not to wake him. She searched his bedroom floor for her panties, but couldn't find them anywhere. Most of the floor was littered with his own dirty clothes, but she spotted her bra lying by the doorway. Monica tiptoed across the floor and grabbed it, and quickly slipped it on. Brandon, or was it Brendan- Moni...