Chapter 20 By Monday morning, I was the king of the school. Mr. Peterson went on about my no-hitter for three minutes during the morning's announcements over the loudspeaker, and even Mr. Smithson gave me a nod. Mr. Kennedy spent nearly a third of the class asking me about it, and telling me how sorry he was that he had stayed home to watch his beloved Red...
This short story is an entry for the 2015 Literotica April Fools' Day story contest. All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older. * * * * She took one last sip of coffee, grabbed her lunch bag and picked up the thick stack of papers she'd worked all night on. But as she hurried to leave, she noticed the ca...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Slave missy learns there is more than one kind of spanking. This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NO...
Hey all! Annabelle here with the latest Chapter of Home for Horny Monsters! If you haven't read a HFHM story before, I would recommend starting at Ch. 13 if you are in a hurry, or go back and read from the very beginning. These chapters are like chapters in a novel, and my readers will tell you that it's worth seeing this tale through from the beginning! I...
"And... What if I start, and I love it, and I don't want to stop, hmm?" Karin says, more than a tad on the teasing side. "Well, honey, all the better," I reply, playing along in the same tone. The worst is, I really mean that. All the way. "I can't believe that," she says, trying to sound matter-of-factly. "You don't say. Of course you believe me. That's...
Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...
A Tale Of Sechs City For Dianthus *** Charlotte Thompson sighed deeply. She was not satisfied. She appreciated the irony of the situation but she didn't exactly want to dwell on it. "You don't like it?" said the man next to her unhappily. It was more of a statement than a question. Charlotte shook her head. "It's not that, Mike. It's just...I don't kn...
"I'll see your ten and raise you twenty," said Allan. As he spoke he tossed three blue chips from his very short stack into the large pot sitting in the middle of the table. He then leaned back in hardwood kitchen chair. His lanky body made him look very thin, but his friends knew he was in better condition than some of them. He wore his blonde-from-a-box ha...
Michelle got a little giddy when Jack called after noon to see if she could scare up a barber that could come by and give him a cut. Then when he actually asked about corporate gossip, she almost fell off her chair. His only calls since Lisa's death had been to order groceries and get rid of his physical therapist. Hanging up the phone, he continued keeping...
The echo of designer heels clicking across polished granite tiles pierced the silence of the building lobby. It was the confident stride of a young woman who to look at her, exuded contemporary class and an urban sophistication. She stepped into the elevator as the doors slid open and with a perfectly manicured finger, pushed the button for the twenty-fourth...