Welcome to part four. I googled the Van Gogh mentioned in part three and was surprised to find out that the painting was deemed a forgery just a couple of years ago. According to art experts, it was painted some fifty years after Vincent Van Gogh's death. What a bummer for the people who owned it. The encounter with the Japanese couple, Kira and Emiko fro...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Those who declare war are willing to kill as many as it takes to reach their goal. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles. There is a bit...
**** -- CHAPTER 4: After "I Love You" -- **** *-- APRIL 2007 --* "I told you. My old man thinks it 'builds character'." Teddy sighed. "You think I *want* to work in a stockroom?" "No, no..." Stella waved her chopsticks in lieu of shaking her head. "It's just... we're the same age, and I'd do *anything* to climb out of this dead-end job. I mean, right no...
By popular demand. This follows directly off the "Chad Takes a Gymnast" story; go ahead and read that first if you want, but you shouldn't need to. I've got to say, this story went in an unexpected direction. Enjoy! * * * The walk from my fraternity house over to Quannack Hall seemed longer than usual. It was balls-hot that evening, even with the sun l...
COMEDIC PATHOLOGIES OF THE VAGINOSI ARTS Salute: No one could take my musings seriously. I write for fun and the linguistic adventure. So! Just another scribble at tea time intended as a suggestive catharsis for HDK and his many erudite friends, accomplished writers all. I love them dearly and frequently review their many contributions to the Literotica l...
"Faraday him." Thale's eyes snapped open moments before the cage came down. Three dark figures around the bed were crouched low and held subtech weapons – knives, clubs, snub nosed stubguns, their boots. The one holding the cage slammed it down, the fibermesh mask snapping tight around his nose, his ears, his mouth. Thale felt the pressure of it against hi...
Chapter 11 – Was that bait? "Would you show me the Circle?" The question came from Jenny Harvest. From the tremor in her voice Dave figured she taken at least all-day to work up to the question. "Of course," Dave replied. "If you want, you can follow me home and then leave whenever you want. We do a cocktail hour in the early evening, and then I also inv...
"Are you ready yet Cassie?" "One minute, nearly done." Cassie picked up the plastic devil fork from the edge of her bed and angled it behind her head. She looked at herself in the full length mirror, tilted her head to one side and tapped her phone screen. The flash briefly lit her dim room and and she straightened up, looking at the selfie. "Oh god...I'm r...
Erin O'Neill stepped into another world, and left the real one behind. The lobby of US Financial's Park Place facility was large, open, and well lit. Little clusters of sofas and chairs stood guard to either side, along with the same sorts of potted plants and topiaries that graced corporate offices worldwide. Garland had been hung for the season, and an o...
For all of her strong words, Senator Chatham was extremely worried. Her daughter, along with twenty-two other girls, including the granddaughter of Vice President Pearson and the daughter of Representative Daniels, were missing. Their bus had simply disappeared. There was no plausible, acceptable explanation. All of the girls had cell phones, as would the b...