[To my Readers: many apologies for this last chapter taking so long. But here it is and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for all the continuing support and feedback; it's made me feel very welcome here at Literotica. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts. I have plenty more ideas for stories and will be posting them as soon as I can. Thanks again and...
Average, that's pretty much how I saw myself. Brown hair, brown eyes, busty for sure, but could stand to either lose 20 pounds or grow 4 inches. Nothing particularly remarkable about me but what I lack in the supermodel, standard cutesy looks department, I probably make up for in personality. Great. Just how every woman wants to be described: "she's not real...
Suzanne is kidnapped and trained Suzanne carefully made the meeting arrangements, so as not to put herself in danger. Meeting a stranger was risky, though she needed to do it. Sharing intimacies of her life with a man on the internet, over the past few months, had been enjoyable, and a good release of tension. Having someone to share things with, a secret...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone, and welcome back to the 5th chapter in the morphing drug saga! This time, we'll be looking into the "Red Drug" mentioned in the last story. Now... onto the bad news. My life has been very busy as of late, and will probably continue to be for a long time. Not only that, but as passionate as I am about these stories... well, if...
As I sat in my hotel room in Baltimore on a Friday deciding whether to call the escort service whose name had surreptitiously been given to me by a business associate, I had no idea what was in store for the future, near or long term. All I knew was that I had just gotten off the phone with my Chicago P. I. who confirmed what I had suspected for more than a...
The weekend went by without much incident. Chris worked hard at the restaurant and Sarah took care of his wounds at the end of his shift. Johnny would peek his head in the office and see how he was healing up. The veterans would look on at Chris' back; Johnny would say something like 'How could a kid take that?' and Sarah would tell him that he was a good bo...
The bus had taken us 50 kilometers east from Kraków in Poland to the museum of the holocaust at Auschwitz-Birkenau. Many buses, several taking our party and others with other groups dropped us and we walked to the iron gate crowned with the motto "Arbeit macht frei". "Three Million Jews walked through this gateway to die" lied the guide "My Grandfather was...
Note: My character in the story is an English teacher but I am not one in real life. So grammar nazis can be lenient on me & the racists can keep their snide remarks to themselves. Note: This story is dedicated to Mona. If you are reading this story Mona, I have read your mail and I am touched. Be the character...be what you want to be. I sighed as I fi...
She lay on her side. She had been awake for some time and was trying to take in every feature of the as yet unfamiliar bedroom. Through a chink in the yellow curtains sunlight was streaming in and the room looked warm, pleasant and cosy. There was an oil painting of a woman by a modern Chinese artist on the wall, in reds and yellows, and there was a low cupb...
"Would you like to go to Greece?" The question broke Maggie out of her focus on the column of numbers on the computer screen in front of her. "Excuse me?" she asked, puzzled. Dorothy, the president of the Christian charity, had posed the question. "I'm serious," she explained. "I'm organizing a tour of our major contributors to visit Greece this summer. I...