"God's gift" "If you want a job done properly," I muttered to myself, "don't give it to Connie." This was about half-past eleven the next morning, when I found myself in the back streets near Hanover Square, having just emerged from a meeting in a client's office. It was one of the appointments I had asked Connie to rearrange while I was on compassionate l...
XXXVII "No! No!" Some girls stood out, however. One was Tammy, whose cheesy name had led me to assume she was American, but who turned out to be English: from Billericay, of all places. She was a state-school girl who had got swept up in one of Oxbridge's occasional (and unconvincing) efforts to demonstrate that it is not the preserve of the middle and upp...
I hate it when he gets new ideas. I truly do. That means new pain in new places, new words, new acts of violence. I like routine. I'm used to the same thing, being punished the same way. Knowing the rules and having a specific consequence for each. That's the way I was trained. But when he gets new ideas...that means adjustment, adaptation. Surprises. I hat...
The object that Carol accidentally brushed against was a stout rope with a metal link tied to the end. It was just above her head. The rope was hanging from a box that was attached to the floor beam above. It had wires running from the enclosure so she guessed that it must have an electric motor inside to pull on the rope. Looking around the room, she could...
"Mrs Carmall, excuse me, could you come over here for a moment, please?" Jennifer looked across the wide corridor towards the young gentleman standing outside the Customs and Revenue Inspectorate office. She flushed slightly, partly from surprise, partly from uncertainty as to why she should be called over at this stage. Carefully, she manoeuvred herself ou...
Welcome to my story, Primal Lust. The first thing you should do is set the variables for a family name and personal name for your character, though you will probably have to change them unless you get very lucky or already have a story in mind to read... You also might want to turn on Game Mode. I personally don't plan on using variables but some other autho...
Vidi, vici, veni I fumbled for my watch. "Christ! Is that the time?" Gina, of course, was gazing ceilingward in glassy-eyed bliss and could not reply. I scrambled into my clothes and hailed a cab, and as it carried me to London Bridge Station I rang the client and gave some excuse for my lateness. This particular client was based in an inconveniently remo...
American Girls Down Under - A Floating World Story Authors' note. This is a collaborative story by LoquiSordidaAdMe and Electricblue66. We have each taken previously established characters and brought them together especially for the Literotica "In a Sunburned Country" Anthology, 2018. Please vote and support two authors! Also, because we have two American...
They must have named this site "Literotica" for a reason. If a piece of writing can be read literally, it is not literature. (Pure fiction. Never knew anyone who resembled these characters. All descriptions of events and scenes are derived from common knowledge with no intent to identify or specify.) ABSURDITY PERSONIFIED! How it happened... As I pour...
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, thanks for voting and thanks for comments if you feel so inclined. I want to thank those that have commented on the previous chapters. They have directed this story, are very much appreciated and is what makes doing this fun. As always, let common sense rule, if it offends you, don't read it. JJ1 Libby was determined. She...