I have been watching Pamela Feinstein for a long time. Pam's a brilliant programmer, and while it violates conventional wisdom she supplements this skill with real, actual documentation. It's kinda unheard of where I work. I was told her boss asked her to provide fewer docs so that she could improve her output in sheer number of lines of code (which is alre...
All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18. This chapter contains (in no particular order) elements of lesbian sex, group sex, gay male sex and bondage. Previously in this series, a young woman, Marie Stevens Melar, was an Emergency Department nurse who used her training to get through traumatic experiences to live with her viole...
(Note to readers - This is a true story and is co-authored by me and Linda1234, another Literotica author. I am posting it here with Linda's full knowledge and consent. Only the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the subjects.) * My name is Katie. I'm in my 40's, a Sara Evans lookalike, 5'6" 115 lbs, C cup, and very Bi. In fact, I'd be a le...
The dreams came to him again. October was their time and Halloween was when they culminated. The same dreams with the same voices, but always a different request. "Give us your wife," they said. @@@@@ Evan Connors looked at Daisy and smiled at her frantic attempts to carve the pumpkin into something presentable and not like something stabbed at by a psych...
*Tuesday* "Zip please Jack?" Sinead repeated her request which broke Jack out of his fugue, and he strode across the room, took a moment to breathe in the redheads gorgeous perfume, and carefully slid down the zipper to the bottom. She shrugged the dress from her shoulders, slipped it off her breasts and it floated to the ground and pooled in a puddle at h...
Regina knew she should put out the candles. Not let them burn down. And she should probably eat the food instead of letting it cool. She should definitely put the wine back in an ice bucket, it wasn't supposed to be served room temperature. But honestly, it wasn't like this was anywhere near close to being the most dramatic she'd ever been. Emma had promis...
"Hey, Tom...er Mr. Fairchild. Did you catch the Ajax ad in the Trib?" Bob Haml stuck his head in the door of the walnut-paneled conference room. Tom Fairchild looked up from the papers on the table and grinned. "Yep. Star night. The wicked wheel strikes again. I'm on the wheel committee this quarter so I was a witness. I wish I could tell you the name of th...
Chapter 19 Frankie Goes to West Hollywood Sometimes, like a Ritalin-deprived preschooler wired on Count Chocula, love sneaks up behind you and bites you on the ass. Or something close to love, anyway. It's not always easy to figure out what exactly that emotion is. Cherie Jaffe lived in a gated mansion in Belair, and also in a beach house in Malibu, becaus...
This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
Several of you have asked me to write another adventure involving the folks from "The First Deadly Sin." When one of you is Rick at rkv330's (aka Bluedevil) a story gets written. This is his general idea and it's brilliant as usual. I like to put some of my own background into these things. So please keep in mind that none of these exploits are made up. They...