(This, dear reader, is Jack, a man become bitter, cynical, broken by disappointment, hurts, and disillusionment, about to be disposed of by life. A man in need of repair. Can a toy workshop on a street of repair shops repair even broken hearts, broken dreams, broken people?) * Jack sat in his pickup truck in the factory parking lot staring vacantly out th...
Johnny, the man Sting murdered was Sting's biggest rival in the local dope trade. It was little wonder why Sting made it to the top of somebody's hit list already. A dope boss was dead, which meant stakes were about to be re-arranged and territories were up for grabs. Sting was the second biggest distributor and taking over from his rival would surely increa...
Part III Chapter 17 ____________________________________ Is there any real difference between dreams and a nightmare? If there is, the line between the two must be very fine indeed. Just the slightest change leads the dreamer from an exquisitely comfortable experience down a rabbit hole to gasping confinement, with inward-pushing walls forcing the dreamsc...
Chapter 21 Pulling the TriggerCarmen picked up Shane on Monday morning at Alice's old apartment on North Harper Avenue, and when they arrived at the conference room, coffees from The Planet in hand, they were surprised to see Marybeth Duffy sitting next to Lauren. They both had their laptops open. "Good morning, park your butts in your chairs, let's get goi...
Boston Sightseeing Tour for Voyeurs and/or Exhibitionists For those Literotica viewers who may travel to Boston, here is my unofficial guided tour of the best places to voyeur women and/or for you women to experience your exhibitionism tendencies while your husband or boyfriend watches the action from a distance. Of course, if your woman is not into exposin...
I've been at my new job for about 6 months. It's a new/old job as I had been the Building Chief for 4 years ten years earlier when it was Occupied by the Social Security Administration. I left before they moved out and worked for a few more years until I retired at 55. Getting called back was un-expected but the Building was Empty now and privately owned. It...
The thing wrapped around his ankle. Every foot kick was slowed down. With mild panic, he yanked his foot until it slipped off and disappeared into the vastness of the water around him. All he could see from the netherworld beneath his neck was a blue-green surface. Tiles of blue-green were separated by white lines of foam, some simply ripples running through...
This is part two of a confession related to me by my transvestite friend Roberta, and like the first part, is so sexy without any further elaboration by me. Having seen some of the photographs, I can only say that she strays very little from the truth. Meantime I am trying to convince her to let me publish a few on the Internet. Watch this space. Exactly tw...
1 George sat in his truck at the convenience store while finishing the last bites of his lunch; chili cheese hotdog, chips, and a soda. He wasn't a vain man, it was just out of habit he looked in the rear view mirror and ran a hand through his thinning brown hair. The brown eyes behind his thick glasses looked back at him while he neatened himself a little....
Normally, Kirstin kept her coffee intake to one cup at work. However, the morning after spending time with Sakeena led to her seeking her third. There was little she could do to concentrate with the anxiety she felt about Jessica revealing Kirstin's picture. Sakeena insisted it would be taken care of, but Kirstin was skeptical. Someone would have to have int...