This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or institutions is coincidence. * CHAPTER ONE Nineteen fifty seven was not a particularly notable year for the world, or for the inhabitants of the United Kingdom. Of course there were quite a few people who would look back and say. "That was a good year, a very good year." But for man...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
The following story was suggested to me by a reader, whose invaluable assistance in my rendering it to the printed page has been much appreciated. The story is dedicated to that reader. This is Part Two of a three-party story. * The next day around 4:30 p.m. Ruth arrived at my office on Beacon Street with two pre-teen boys in tow. One was smaller, younger...
"It was nice." "Nice? What does that even mean?" "It means it...it wasn't bad." "Bailey? That doesn't tell me anything. Did you have fun? Do you like this guy?" "Well, it wasn't not fun," her sister said, not sure how to answer the question any better than that. "Okay. Great! That was so much more helpful," her older sibling said with a strong hint of...
This is my entry to the 2014 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. It's my first stab at Erotic Horror and (I think) it ended up more gothic horror than modern horror. It also turned out longer than I'd originally intended, so I appreciate the patience of anyone who sticks through to the end. Votes and comments are, of course, also greatly appreciated. * * *...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This is a bit longer than I usually write but breaking it up does it no justice. I hope you read through it. It's not a cuckold fest, not a swinger story. But it's the story of a woman from her point of view. It's a tribute to a young woman of my youth I never had a relationship with but found later fro...
James Ross was sitting at his desk drinking his first cup of morning coffee. He was staring out his window instead of going through his inbox for the first time like he would normally have done. Normally by this time of morning he would have finished his perusal of the overnight deliveries and made some phone calls to subordinates but his heart just was not...
Chapter Seven Growth of Pain Sally woke before Valerie, but had no desire to leave her lover. She rested against Valerie's body and took in the sight and sound of the sleeping woman, bound, yet free to be who she really was. The smell of old sex was thick in the air, acrid with time. Her hands absentmindedly caressed Valerie's arms and legs, belly and face...
"Keep him under two minutes today, okay, Lance?" "I'll try," he told her with a smile. "He has a mind of his own sometimes and a will of his own all the time." "That's what I'm paying you to control!" she said harshly in no uncertain terms. "I'm taking a helluva chance on you. Everyone I know says I'm crazy. But after 45 years of being around horses, I can...
This one is the closest to a true story as anything so far. As always, comments of all denominations are welcome. ***** Julie Brown was something special. Opinion was universal. She was bright and worked hard, the teachers respected her. She was a great swimmer, so the coaches loved her too. She broke records and kicked ass in inter-school meets from her e...