Part One: It was her first visit to North America or, more specifically Canada, and only her third au pair position. Her first two resulted in unwelcome advances from the men in the family and she asked the agency to quietly find her another placements far from her native Norway. Elsa was a stereotypical Nordic beauty with long blonde hair cascading down...
As always, this story is entirely the product of the author's sick and demented mind. The story is the final phase of Harry Dick's Christmas Story, written at the suggestion of a number of writers on Literotica. My thanks to DanielleKitten for her read as I was composing this little tale and anyone else who gets a chuckle from my character's antics. For thos...
Crazy! Completely, utterly insane. Glancing up at the unblinking camera attached to the wall opposite, near the ceiling, I swallowed -- hard. Every 10 seconds it would snap a picture, relentlessly: transferring the image captured to anyone with a computer, just as it would to the open laptop near my right elbow. 6:58. Two minutes. I took a deep swallow of...
Tacitus Salutem The background for this story is the Batavian Revolt in the year 69, as mentioned by Tacitus. It was rumored that the Batavian leader, Claudius Civilis had a personal reason as well as the anger of his people to stand up to the Romans. A7inchPhildo helped with the Latin and HawaiiBill took care of the editing. Noviomagus, Dies Mercurii xv M...
The small non-descript boat skimmed across the water, turning east out of the broad strait toward the docks. Although the sky was clear and blue out ahead, the squall line sitting behind it was dark and opaque, indicating the strength of the downpour that came with it. And although the shoreline was only a mile away, it was clear that the boat was going to l...
The flashing black cursor continued to taunt him by blinking non-stop against the blank white page. How long had it sat there, immobile? How long had it waited to fly across the screen trailing a line of text behind it, prose to inspire, words to live by, or even just something to pay the rent? Julian Soul didn't know. He knew it couldn't have been long—mayb...
"I Digress." We could lay beside each other: A uniform complement. White blouse, red tartan skirt: Brilliant color subdued in the light of a dancing flame: A flame of a solitary bedside candle. We would hold hands: Interlacing fingers, and looking, deep into each other's eyes. Yes, I would remember those eyes. You might lounge on your side: I would l...
Today was all about getting there. We left right after work and drove relentlessly down the freeway, stopping only for a bag full of burgers and fries, continuing our rush to arrive at our first stop and a well-deserved night's rest. Finally, we pull into the hotel lot. A big sign outside proclaims "YES, WE ARE OPENED!" I am not sure if this is a good thing...
The alleyway between two brick buildings was unremarkable, hidden behind a torn-open section of chain-link fence. Some litter had slipped out of the rusty green dumpster pushed against a wall, and there was barely enough space to get a compact car past it, though it dead-ended into another wall. As the sun set, though, and darkness crept across the city, th...
I was in Florida, on a break from my job and visiting friends. I was staying in a dive motel in Pensacola Beach and visiting different people each day. Each evening I would return to the hotel and then plan the next day's visit that evening. There wasn't much to do after that though and my mind started to wander. I imagined myself going out and buying a few...