CHAPTER 1 Flint Jackson yawned his way across the near-empty supermarket parking lot, thumbs tucked into the shoulder straps of his backpack, black Acubra at a rakish angle hiding most of his tight blond curls. He wondered didn't American women have anything better to do? The supermarket had opened at 7:00 and already at 7:25 there were forty vehicles par...
Birthdays are often unusual events. Some of them you can remember and some of them you can't. One thing most of us share in common is that we usually have at least one person in our lives that tries very hard to make our birthday memorable. Without a doubt the most exciting and certainly the most memorable of my thirty birthdays came on a warm September even...
The start of this piece is slow journey. It unfolds. Go with its flow, as you would on a hot, sultry summer day. The erotic rewards are towards the end. This is work of fiction created purely from my imagination. Any resemblance of the characters to people alive or dead is totally coincidental. ***** Madeline looks out of the open kitchen window. It is s...
The incessant pounding of rubber soles to pavement thumped focus. Then determination. I can do this. I will do this, each stride seemed to say. I must do this, thought the runner, why I don't know, but I won't rest until the training is done and the race is complete. The sweltering heat was relentless. Lelanni wanted it that way. Anyone can train at six in...
Prologue The stealth ship approached Earth in a weird orbit, first hiding behind the moon and then, after careful analysis of its collected data, in the tiny, constantly moving shade behind a group of geo-stationary satellites where no radar would be able to detect it. Once inside the geo-stationary layer it drifted among the debris, slowly descending witho...
Coco Reynolds was finally finishing her first shift at The Last Stop diner in a tiny little town called River's Bend. Her feet were killing her. The owner had been nice enough to hire her right off the street, even without any previous experience. One of the other waitresses had been especially unfriendly to her, being less than helpful in regards to teach...
"Miss Clarkston, I put your messages on your desk for you," the slim receptionist told her when she walked down the hall from the conference room. "Thank you Stephanie," Mikhaila smiled at her, glancing at her watch. "Emily's going to be busy for about fifteen more minutes. Just send my calls back to my office until she's done if you would." The receptioni...
"Damn, damn, damn," I muttered. The track of Hurricane "Grace" -- the seventh named storm of the year, had turned ninety-degrees and the track now took the eye of the Category Two storm directly into the east coast of Florida. "JIM," I screamed at my production assistant. He turned with a serious look on his face. "Get me set up again. We've got to do anoth...
Part two is here and i have to Thank Kira for her work once again. It is also a fun thing to write and know that people enjoy the stories and what not, but it has been brought to my attention that a friend who writes on this site had her work stolen and some jackhole was making money from it on amazon.com that sucks in so many ways. This is for your enjoymen...
What has she done?! Enough's enough - my ending to LightontheSound's Do Not Pass Go http://www.literotica.com/s/do-not-pass-go In chapter 4, part 1 of my continuation, the kids started their resistance campaign, since it didn't look like their father was going to do anything about the situation. Jenna was acting like a teen slut, Tommy was a disturbed, ang...