As always, all characters, events, companies, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, true events or actual companies. In other words, this is all fiction. M.P. "I've never met a man that sells anvils before." C.C. "It takes a real salesman; I can tell you that. Anvils have a limited appeal, you know."*...
This is a little work of fantasy about a waitress at a local restaurant that I see all the time. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to all the readers who helped edit this for me! THERE SHE WAS Every Thursday afternoon, just like clock-work she was there; not that I was anticipating it or anything. Walking through the double glass doors of Panera, in between the adver...
Looking over the fields below, the morning sun lighting the carnage from last night's battle with the dragon armies of the Madarian Empire, Khelvan heaved a tired sigh. The wars had been going on longer than anyone could remember, the reasons for the war long since forgotten but the boiling hate between the two powerful nations enduring. The humans had sent...
"You have selected to perform in a dance drama being choreographed by one of our Club members, Amanda. You are to report to the Theater Arts Building, Room 321 at 4 PM on Tuesday, April 7th for your first rehearsal. She will supply you with your costume. Continue taking your supplements, but not the blue diamond shaped pills." This was a shocker. Ms. Reynol...
Bee's lord, Tiberius, owns a fleet of ships that bring wine to Alexandria. Some days ago, one of his captains got caught in a storm. The ship was driven aground west of here. The ship's cargo was scattered along the shore. Tiberius has had to go and sort out the mess. Before he left, Tiberius asked me to go to his house while he is away. He has a young slave...
"Hello?" A cool, elder male voice answered the phone. "Hi, it's Sheila." Sheila softly spoke into the phone, pacing around her kitchen nervously. "What's wrong?" The voice on the other end carried a shiver down her spine that made her grab the counter. "It's Cynthia." "What happened?" The tone firmed and Sheila sucked in a breath. "She was attacked two...
The King sat on the royal throne at the end at the grand marble room. A red carpet led from the throne to the ornate double doors at the entrance, which swung open to reveal a lonely figure stood in the entrance trembling slightly. The door closed shut with an echoing thump, startling the young woman who had just entered. The King watched as her eyes widened...
Danielle Winona was very nervous. Maybe it was because he was standing outside the door of a strange man's house at night in a mesh top, tiny skirt and thong panties. Maybe it was because he had just rang a stranger's doorbell and he had no idea of what awaited him inside. Whatever it was, and whether he enjoyed it or not, Dani had to be as pleasing and sexy...
[Hello metaphorical Mr. and Mrs. Claus of Literotica. I have here another piece which could use italics for the first four and last two paragraphs. Chapter titles in bold would make an excellent stocking stuffer. This one is part of my 69 Love Stories series. Thanks!] Alrighty, this one is different. I have no idea where most of it came from, but I was thi...
I had just finally managed to get the door open when Francois wrapped his long arms around me and gently but firmly pulled me away. I was shaking so hard, I couldn't stand, so he folded me into a chair and placed his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. "Now tell me what is going on with you," he said sternly. "That's what he called me," I sobbed. "C...