Snow Bunny Laura Pt. 04

Isabelle Lystine sat at a small table alone, nestled in a back corner of a small coffee shop, her fingers fluttering quickly over the keyboard of her laptop. She'd always heard that, in case of writer's block or lack of inspiration, a coffee shop was a good place to go. Quiet, warm lights, and the sweet aroma of brewing coffee was supposed to loosen the imagination and help get those creative juices flowing... right? "Dammit!" Isabelle exclaimed, frustrated. "This place isn't helping at all!" She closed her computer and put her head in her hands, her dark red hair falling to cover her face. She looked up at the sound of footsteps to see one of the baristas coming her way with an iced coffee and almond croissant in either hand. Isabelle picked up her laptop and pushed it into her bag before reaching out to take what she'd ordered. "Order for Isabelle?" The woman said as she approached. "Thank you, miss," she said, setting the ite...

Brad came in to wrap up his aunt's estate, but he never thought a summer romance with younger Georgia would turn into anything. But the country fried town and spitfire local girl get under his skin. This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote for my story! Georgia's Boiled Peanuts BOILED PEANUTS SWEET PEACHES PECANS LOCAL HONEY VINE RIPE MATERS P-NUTS FRESH VEGETABLES Every day I would pass those hand-lettered bright yellow signs evenly marching down the side of the road and every day I turned down the dusty road to get to Aunt Birdie's house before I got to the actual goods. The door creaked on the rusty unused hinges and the dust danced across the sunbeams coming in through the windows. I had been there a week already going through Aunt Birdie's estate and only had a few boxes stacked by the door. It was much harder to do than I had envisioned. She was eighty-six when she died a few months back. Being and only child I was her only surviving relative. I ha...

Thank you, Candace. Two police officers led a broken Nancy to the interrogation room. It was without a window and had a huge two-way mirror on one side. In the middle stood a table and two chairs facing each other. On the table were a mic and a camera. One officer had her sit facing the mirror. She sat down with tears running down her face. The two men left the room and a young woman entered with her badge hanging at the end of a neck lanyard. "I am detective Lincoln, Sarah Lincoln." She sat opposite Nancy. "I know it's a very hard time for you right now, but we need to go through everything up to the point of what happened this morning in the parking lot of the liquor shop." "I have already told the two officers everything, detective. It's been already four hours that I have been here and I need to go home to my family." Nancy stopped talking and started crying. The detective turned around to the mirror and made a gesture. Immediately an officer...

[Author's Note: The EmeraldSolitaire stories originally written to be shown to a future wife so we could have a happy marriage while I got the bondage I needed. In the case of the Taylor Swift story, remember I have been reading Literotica over a decade at this point, the celebrity stories never interested me in and of themselves, but there were good bondage ones, I remember one where Britney Spears basically turns a reporter into her bondage slave. I wrote this to write a celebrity story, because the song "Blank Space" was out then, and because I would have welcomed being bound, gagged, and dominated by T-Swift then, I have wanted to be bound, gagged, and dominated by most girls I find attractive in some way in my life. I see it as the fact that I am an alpha male, but females are the superior gender, and that naturally, a truly strong man wants to submit to an alpha woman. The idea of "the Haus of Gaga", I don't even remember what I wanted to do with tha...

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Short and not-so-sweet. No sex in this one. If you don't like a bitch getting burned and retribution on those that she cheated with, move on. Letter to Julia Hello Julia, Yes, it's me, your husband Ron. I'll bet your surprised to hear from me. After all, it's been two years since I left. I'm sure that you are just chock full of questions for me. I'll answer as many as I can think of here. You probably have more questions, and this letter will probably lead to others as well. Not my concern. Frankly, I am happy about that. The more questions you have that you have no answer to, the more miserable you will be. Honestly, the more misery I can send your way, the happier I am. So, with that being said, why am I writing to you and answering any questions at all? It's simple. I want you to know that I'm still alive. I'm also doing very well. I should also let you know that I've been keeping track of what and how you are doing. I sensed that the disapp...

The Chronicles of Lars Ch. 02 Earning my Wings *** I scored my flight attendant wings in the Fall of 2009 and I've been flying high (figuratively speaking) ever since. When I'm up in the air, I am the consummate professional and I'm proud to represent my airline's culture and family. I've seen some crew members act like they're a Tinder or Grindr app come to life and trying to hook up with passengers and other crew members, something strictly frowned upon when working. Not me, but once I'm on the ground, well, that's a different story altogether. This story is about the night I finally earned my wings after a long two months of flight attendant school. Our class graduated and me and a couple of gay classmates (Mac and Henry) decided we were going to head out downtown and hit some bars to celebrate. I was pretty tired after the grueling course and honestly, I was more interested in getting some sleep rather than partying but my classmates persuaded me t...