Ed Mason sat back in Murphy's bar, going over what he knew of this new 'militia' movement. He knew, first off, that they were fighting the Cubans here in Texas, which was bad for business. He ran guns for a few Cuban supply sergaents, men who were just as corrupt as he himself was. He knew that they were most likely cattle ranchers, since the supply of beef...
Chapter 10 – The Prospect of Sleeping Alone A man walks into a bar... Nothing unusual in that. He's walked into this particular bar practically every night. Tonight though, there's a difference. Sabine is away. She has a modelling assignment in Manchester. Not a very glamorous assignment, it should be said, just catalogue work but it pays the bills. This...
For better context regarding this story I'd like to recommend to you, "The Writing Convention," by Literotica writer Brittni4u. Her work should fill in some blanks for you regarding questions you might have. I would also like to warn everyone ahead of time - this story includes some fetish play, (to include watersports). Lastly I would like to take a moment...
Friday, 6:45 PM I'd had a particularly hard day at work with my boss Martha ragging on me about all manner of nonsense. When I'd originally started working at the telemarketing firm, we'd had an easy going even friendly relationship. Things had changed after she'd caught me checking out a picture of her daughter that was resting on her desk. I was using her...
Caroline's Total The complete Caroline stories. ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan October 2005; September 2006; December 2012; January 2013. This omnibus edition September 2015. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imag...
Once upon a time in college... ...it happened that I was dating a girl named Chrissie. Let me tell you from the start guys and gals, Chrissie was a hot little number who was hot for cock. Specifically, she was hot for my cock and had been since she'd found out how good I was from the other girls. And how big I was. She did everything within her power to g...
[Note: By Lifting Winds Forgot and The Ceremony of Innocence precede this tale. If you've not read these two this story will make no sense at all.] +++ Time, Like A River: The Voyage From Driftwood III Part I: They called for the harp – but our blood they shall spill Byron, By the Waters of Babylon – from The Hebrew Melodies ◊◊χ...
Author's note: Thank you for the supportive messages I have received after posting chapter 3. If you care to go back to chapter 3 it is now back open for comments and rating, after it has been reposted in the same category as the first 2 chapters. Without those messages of support I am not sure if I would have continued this story. For those that sugge...
A couple personal comments: I've gotten several emails about the morose character of my earlier story 'The Dentist'. A few have expressed an interest in Eugenie's side of the tale. I've thought that over, and think it's worth doing. To be sure Eugenie was pretty despicable, but maybe if we heard her we'd be a little less ready to start picking up stones....
CHAPTER 1 Riding on the 8:17 into London, Jo Hart watched the broad shouldered blond guy approach down the aisle and resumed painting her finger nails, timing the brush strokes with the sway of the carriage. The guy stopped, picked up her handbag that lay beside her on the outside seat and tossed it on to the floor beside her feet and sat down. "Hey what...