Traffic. The bane of modern life I thought, as the cab inched toward the junction leading to the city. Four hours sitting in an airport waiting for a delayed flight, one and a half hours to fly a thousand kilometres and four hours to crawl the final few miles. I had been awake for nearly thirty hours now, having come off a night shift that morning, before we...
Author's Note: Due to the setting of this chapter, I'd like to reiterate that all characters in this story are above the age of eighteen. Lucy's heels clacked along the empty hallway. She trailed her fingers over the metal lockers of Pershing High like she had fifteen years ago. Fifteen years before she would become the Crimson Lady. Her picture still hung...
*A bit different than my other stories, but shares some similarities. Let me know what you think. xx Vi ***** Kelly sat in a parked car in the San Fransisco Airport parking lot waiting for her father, Rod, to emerge from the terminal. Kelly loved her father and was glad he was visiting all the way from England, but she was not looking forward to him spendi...
Beneath the glass house known as the Crystal Palace, a steel garage door opened revealing a white Mercedes SUV. There were two individuals seated in the leather interior. The woman in the driver seat had layered, chest-length, champagne blonde hair that framed her beautiful face and faint crow's feet at the corners of her green eyes. She wore light makeup in...
The helicopter roared as it moved nimbly through the air. Mason looked down on the scenery below. Brush and weeds already overran the old fields, but the forests had not changed. Tall pines swayed gently as the chopper rushed over them. Beside him, Eli scribbled in a small notebook, struggling to write in the hectic wind of their journey. His voice crackled...
I write almost pulp. Or poor comic book. In other words, cheap crap. You don't like that, don't read it. You want character development, good plots, realistic scenarios, go elsewhere. This may be Literotica but I don't do literature. My favorite writer for this genre is probably Donald Hamilton but I'm not in that league. No one is anymore, I mean who writes...
Prologue: The following is obviously a continuation of Sisterly Love Pt. 7, of which I recommend reading first as an introduction, or at least the last few paragraphs at a minimum. As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. ----------------------------- After Brenda relieved herself on the toilet of Walter's cumload in her ass, an...
As Phil and I drove with four friends down the open highway I reflected back on how he and I, Amy Thomas nee Williams, got together. At many points in time I thought that it would never happen, but here we were married five years and me six months pregnant. ************* I met Phil Thomas shortly after I graduated college. I met him on a bicycle club trip...
Gunner hooks up with Ashley for drinks at a dive bar. *** I first got to know Ashley since we play on the same coed volleyball team near where we both live. She's tall, I'll guess around six foot since I'm only a couple of inches taller than her and I'm six-two. She has long, toned legs that run right up to a delectable ass that's always on display when s...
The days since Holly's adventures at "The 1000 Lays" were mostly peaceful. Maria even managed to take Holly to a movie theater and watch a whole movie. To Maria's surprise, Holly kept it together and made it through the whole thing with no difficulty at all. "It's because of that night, Maria," Holly explained, "I came so much back then that my body is focu...