Disclaimer I am writing this short story in response to some feedback and requests I received since publishing 'Thank you god' some time ago. It follows my thoughts; feelings, and writing process, while putting one of my fantasies into words. Though my other stories (which I am yet to write) are works of complete fiction, this short story is the exception....
Chapter One – Katie's New Life by BrettJ © 2012 "Have a wonderful time in Europe, Mommy, Daddy," Katie Mitchell said as her parent's car left her at the gates of the Browning estate. She had only been there once before when Todd Browning, her father's boss, had held his annual summer barbecue. She remembered that she had almost gotten lost, because the B...
Hi Guys Well, I've dipped my toes as you might say, with Joan's story, "Horny Holiday Fun", I have left in, below the source of the stories, as I introduce Ethel's Tale, well, her first tale as I am sure she will have more adventures to tell us about. My name is Julie; a long time reader of Literotica, one of a small group of similar ladies, all of us frie...
I was in my first year of college. Since the summer break was about to begin I was looking for a job. There were some possibilities posted outside the student union so I looked them over. One seemed worth looking into. "Young man willing to travel, working as assistant to a salesperson. Must be willing to deal with people in a friendly and helpful way, wor...
I wiggle back against your groin, and feel that your cock is just the way I like it - hard, thick, and long. After a little while of you stroking your cock against my slit, causing drops of dew to fall on your skin, I flip over so that I am on top of you (your favorite way to pleasure me, as you can watch my eyes as you use my clit), and start to kiss a trai...
Taking a deep breath, Kate stepped from the cab onto the pavement. She looked at the house before her, swallowing hard and checking the number on the mailbox once again to be sure she had the right house. Yep. This was it, all right. She paid the cab driver the fare and gave him an extra five dollars to wait a few minutes until she was sure she had the right...
Changing planes in Chicago is always tough, maybe the toughest. There are no direct flights from New Orleans to Montreal. I make the trek five or six times each year, and I never get used to it. (Hospital and cemetery duty and guilt. Nothing you'd be interested in reading about.) I walk half-way around the terminal to get to Gate 21 -- always the same gate...
There I was, hard at work as usual. It was a busy Friday afternoon. Another high profile murder case. Same MO as the last. The victim was tortured with lacerations all over his body. Fingernails tore off. Eyeball out of its socket. A gruesome murder. How the killer was able to inflict this much damage, while still keeping the victim alive and conscious enoug...
I handle estates: decedents and incompetent people. Most are around where I live, but sometimes I get something I have to handle out of town. Helen's was one. Helen isn't dead, she's in a nursing home nearby. She had moved here to be near her family after her husband died, then got senile dementia, Alzheimer's type. I got appointed to clean up the mess her f...
(This is a story of our trip to Goa, when the 5 of us went and had a rocking time. Most parts are true, though some parts are exaggerated) Karan-- This is me. I have a handsome face, very fair, of a medium built (I like to work out regularly, but I am not buffed, more lean and mean) and a good height. Maya - She has a cute face with a dusky complexion is o...