Another one dead, and papers had given the murderer a name, but no one was using it yet. The police still called him "The Whitechapel killer," and the people on the streets called him just "the killer." Nothing more was needed. Almost everyone found time on their walking commute that morning (some leaving home to get to morning shifts, some going back home...
Here I was living another new life. I was up in the hills overlooking a beautiful snow filled valley far from any touch of civilization. This was my third winter since I disappeared. I'd better explain a bit. My name is John Martin (this time). My name has changed so many times that I almost forgot what my mother named me when I was born. I was the usual...
It was a normal boring Wednesday in the office. Dean was running some new cabling, Fred was talking some fool through a simple Excel macro, and Jane was up to her elbows in a server, waving screwdrivers and reaching round for the new boards she was installing. The Super poked his head out of his office. "Dillon", he called to me. "Get your ass in here." "A...
Alcohol! This was the trigger that started the cascade of my marriage destruction. Not excessive drinking by me—Kenneth J. (for Jerome) Hart, 6' 6" tall—or my 5' tall brunette wife, Miola. No, nothing alcoholic crossed my lips that night. It's just that I can't drink, and she knew it. Somehow, I'm missing a gene or something, because one beer, or small glas...
* * * The trip overseas failed to progress beyond talk and dreams. The drummer for Tales of The Blind developed bronchitis, causing the cancellation of the summer tour. Other conflicts nixed taking the trip as a vacation. Joe was called away to Denver to help button up Carter's encryption technology, and Ashley went with him. She still insisted she wouldn't...
Chapter Sixteen Total Breakdown Pablo Robles tapped his fingers on the kitchen table. He'd been somewhat enjoying a half-assed cup of coffee, because that's the best he could manage to make on his own, when his wife Lorena stalked into the small room. She leaned against the counter with her arms crossed, and started scalding him with her malicious, guilt-t...
Chapter 9: The Journey Northward I figured if I was really going to take the search for my newly discovered half-sister seriously, I needed a crash course in speaking passable Thai. Luckily, for me, one of the students who had graduated from the school was willing to teach me. Nok, my Thai instructor, was a fun loving guy about my age with a great deal of p...
Note: This is an absolutely true story. It is as accurate as a fallible human memory can be regarding something that happened 20 years ago. Consequently, there will most likely not be the amount of explicit, sexual detail that Literotica readers have come to expect. Oh well. But there is an important moral at the end of the story that I think everyone here a...
Karen's heart began to race as the jingle warning of an approaching train echoed through the crowded station. Bodies pushed against her and she felt herself being carried towards the platform by the crowd. It was the last train of the night in for this station in Tokyo and the everyone was eager to get home. The mass of bodies moved as one, late night drin...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school. I'm early thirties and still single, and for me it's a voyeur's paradise. I teach a final year class of about twenty girls aged eighteen to nearly nineteen and all very much aware of their ripening sexuality. They all seem to be trying to outdo ea...