From Time to Time - 2nd Jump WWI

Authors note: All Fictional Charters are adults over 18. My four Cougars -- Chapter one. The courtroom was very somber and quiet. My soon to be Ex-Wife was on one side with her Attorney, and me on the other, alone. It was an old building, the floors creaked and the only sounds were distant echoes. I shuffled in my wooden chair, bracing myself for the inevitable. Six months ago, I was fired from my job so they could hire someone younger and cheaper. They said it was due to lack of performance, but I knew better. I was pretty bummed out about it because I had no job skills and my job future wasn't that bright. I put my tail between my legs and went home. When I arrived at my house, I saw a strange car in my driveway, it was mid-afternoon and I had no idea who it could be. And even more puzzling was that my wife's car was in the driveway as well. It was strange for her to be home that time of the day as well. When I opened the front door I heard my wife and at least two strange

Manu and I would like to thank all the authors who submitted during the month, and all the other months for that matter! We've tallied the reader's votes, and are happy to announce the winners of January 2021's Reader's Choice Awards. First Place ($150 Cash Prize Winner):Hero Worship Pt. 06 by JCMcNeillySecond Place ($100 Cash Prize Winner):The Future Is in the Air Ch. 04 by WillDevoThird Place ($75 Cash Prize Winner):Asshole by DrHenderson Around the middle of every month, we tally up the votes from stories submitted during the previous month. The story in each category the best voting score compared to all other stories with fifty (50) or more votes submitted that month is automatically eligible for the 2021 Literotica Author Awards voting. At the end of the year, we will have 12 nominees in each category. The 4 stories in each category with the best voting scores at the end of the year will go on to the final voting. One will be selected in each category as the top

I hit the speed bump at least ten miles an hour over the speed limit. The Jeep objected to my rough handling, bouncing hard, and I heard a nasty scrape as my exhaust battered off the highest point of the hump. I winced, but I was late -- really late. I swung into my street and, seeing no nosey neighbors out in their front gardens, floored it until my house came into view. His car was in my driveway. It had probably been there a while. My phone had beeped at least three times, but I hadn't had the courage to look and see if it was Sir. It wasn't like his displeasure could make me go any faster. And it wasn't my fault that some moron had dumped their load on the highway and trapped us all for over an hour. I pulled into the second space in the drive as quickly as I dared. I had the engine off and had yanked up my handbag in the space of a heartbeat, flinging myself out the door and around Sir's car to the front porch, where he was waiting for me, an overnight suitcase a

Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? This is a totally made up love story between a lonely prospector and a pansexual actor, singer, dancer who was performing soul, jazz, blues, and disco music over a hundred and forty years ago. ~~ Friday evening in 1870-something inside Mario's saloon. Tacy was singing a slow soulful rendition of The Arkansas Traveler when a weathered looking man standing at the bar caught her eye. She glanced at him and smiled; he nodded at her. He then waited patiently until she and her four man band finished playing the last song of the set. The drummer, saxophone player, guitar player and pianist left the stage, but she lingered for a few moments to accept tips from men who were no doubt lusting for her. When she finally stepped down onto the saloon floor the outdoorsman approached her and said, "You have a mighty fine singing voice." "Thank you,&q

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental. This was originally written under a previous account that I have deleted and rewritten for this new account. ***Special Thanks to marriedheat for editing this story. Donnie and his friends were sitting in the tenth row behind home base as they watched their home team win the biggest game of the season and making it to playoffs. Sure, they may not be able to get all the way to the world series, but it was still a big deal for everyone at the stadium. He called his wife, Shelby, to tell her the good news and that he was going to be coming home late because he and his friends were going to celebrate and have dinner at their favorite bar and grill. The real plan, though, was that they were going to celebrate at the local strip club that also served food; they would have dinner there but also continue their celebration by buying lap dances from strippers. His wife said she was

Log Entry 2 This is Dr. Lance Cader recording the second jump that I recently took. As noted in the earlier log entry, through mapping the Gay Gene, anyone with the same gene could send their consciousness through time into another person. My trip to World War II France has been enlightening and my assistant and I learned a lot for future jumps. Today we tuned the GG-69 program to January 1918 and found a candidate aboard the USS Minneapolis in port in Philadelphia preparing to transport troops to Europe to help out in the war. This ship had taken one of the worse hits from the Spanish Influenza during the year 1918. Turning the dials, my assistant Paul homed in the frequency and with a flash of blue, I found myself looking through the eyes of Johnny a sailor aboard the ship sitting on a berth next to another crying sailor. From Johnny's consciousness, I learned the horror of the current epidemic and the fear he felt of both getting that flu and the uncertainty of going to Europe