or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...
--- Friday -- Evening --- The hotel was crawling with people 'cause there was an adult convention taking place. However, there was a place that was literally deserted like a morgue, which was the wellness area in the basement. Unfortunately, that was exactly where I was hanging around, also literally. Remember? Ortega had given me the chance to earn two p...
Alyssa's cerulean eyes seemed to drink in every detail of John's shocked expression as she waited for his reaction. "What did you do?!" he finally whispered, staring unblinking at the elongated tips of her ears. She hesitated, unsure of herself. "I wanted to do it for you... It felt like it was time." Closing the distance between them, John gathered her...
Hi Folks, As I warned you last week. This is a very long story. Most of you told me you'd rather see the whole thing in one piece so here it is. Of course you can always stop reading it anytime you want. Thanks as usual to the great mikothebaby for editing this story (she had to read the whole thing more than once). I apologize for any of the content here th...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
Just after 11:45 AM, Martin Shackleford came through the door of Bettie's, a dismal, outdated local hangout, and walked dejectedly into the dim interior. A blast of superheated air wafted into the none too cool building after him. He stopped for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light after the bright late-August sunlight outside. Bettie got up fro...
Dear reader, if you disliked my two previous attempts, best you close the cover on this one. I hope that I have improved and appreciate the past scathing as well as kind comments on the first two submissions. regards Time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Simple Love Story - true love, you do not get to choose who. As he rolled off me his sweat dripping onto my flat tau...
Dear Readers, Firstly, this is a resubmission. This story was first posted under 'Romance,' as a celebration of exceeding 500 followers on Literotica. Despite the fact this story, at its core is about two people who fall in love (and have lots of sex), it was not well received. A rather vocal but small group of people made it their business to not read the...
Chapter Fifteen Angie hadn't expected her filing of a complaint with OSHA to be expedited, but she now realized that she should have. Her contact within the agency, Scott Mosier, had listened to her verbal description of events, and then set her in front of a computer so that she could document everything while he went to locate a caseworker to handle her c...
Chapter 1 She was gone now. Gone just now, and he was alone in their house, their home, and memories seemed to push in on him from every corner. They all seemed so dark now, too. Had it always been so? Twenty three years together. Gone now, shot down in flames, a once assumed destiny reduced to the lowest common denominator by depositions and endlessly fau...