Happy Halloween! I know it's been a while since I posted (shit, like a year, huh? Oops) but I decided to write this quickie for Halloween because who doesn't like a good, free ghost story? Huge thank you to E, who edited this in record time because I decided to wait last minute to actually write it. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading. J * The last...
Alexandra closed her laptop and stood up. Even though the reading room was about to close, around half of the long tables had at least one student still seated. Most were pecking away at keyboards, just as she had been. She looked up at the vaulted ceiling. Years ago, this had been the University of Chicago's main library building. Now, Harper was mostly a...
Beth Haverford stood before the Old Master painting, rapt in contemplation. In a clearing of the woods the frozen nymphs were merged in a bacchanal. The scene was some bright-lit Mediterranean isle, but the artist had muted the skies and darkened the verdure so there was a subtle, soothing hint of the somber to the scene. Yet there was no modesty or melanc...
Megan was about to begin her Freshman year at a State University in the Upper Midwest. She chose this campus for a lot of reasons. It was located on a big, beautiful lake. Megan loved to canoe and here she could canoe every afternoon, if she wished. The psychology department was said to be outstanding and Megan intended to be a psych major. For as long as sh...
Isolated Accident Sunday, November 6th, 2016, 6:23 p.m. Well... another day, another d— Another d— ...sigh. I took my next turn in the car, wanting so very much to finish my thought with "delight." As someone who desperately aspires to optimism, little would please me more. But my stubborn mind kept returning to the same, less fortunate 'd'-word. The...
//Author's Note: This story is part of a small collection of Lesbian stories I'll be uploading this week. This particular one is an edited resubmission of a story that was previously posted on Literotica. Apologies if you've already read this! It is not my intention to trick people into re-reading something. This is the sequel to another chapter I've recentl...
BETH The soft sound of the alarm in my mobile phone at the bedside table woke me up. It was six AM, and I was feeling like hell. I was hurting bad and my throat seemed to be on fire, I felt that it was closed and I couldn't swallow even my own saliva; I felt feverish and each and every joint in my body was as if it had its own life, such was the intense pai...
This story, as the title suggests, is the third (and final) part of "The Sun on my Skin" series, and the sequel to 'The Sun on My Skin Ch. 2'. It follows on directly from the events in Chapter 2, but this time, it is the turn of twice-rejected Tina to tell her story. I have tried to ensure that can be read on its own although, inevitably, you'll understand s...