The story is part one to several more chapters and involves situations of non-consent. If you do not condone unwanted sexual encounters, please do not read any further. _______________________________ It had already been three years since Rooney left her hometown back in Beaufort, South Carolina for the bustling metropolis of New York City. Three years at...
Author's Note: I've gotten mixed reviews on this story so I thought I would add the next part and see what happens. If you like it and want to read more let me know and I'll add more chapters. sexygirl76 ***** I met my driving partner and instructor two days before I was supposed to leave for my first run. I was running stereo equipment to Oklahoma. It wa...
This is my first Literotica submission. I welcome your feedback, but beg you to be kind. ***** It has been about six months since I accepted the position with this company. So far, I'm pretty happy with it. My salary is the same as it was in my last job, but there are so many aspects of this new job that make it so much better. Today is an example. Company...
My friend Alana had just spilled her guts, and then some. She confessed one thing I secretly already knew: that she was into women now. Then she described in vivid, exciting detail her first time making love to a woman. After the story, she went to explain that she was using our trip to Vegas—which we were still en route to via a red-eye commercial flight—to...
First of all, my description is in the story "I thought she was straight". First paragraph. Second, where I live, there are no rules at strip clubs. People can touch the strippers and very, very often do. The strippers can also get totally naked, which almost all strippers do. I'd like to say that when I'm sober, the thought of going to a strip club doesn't...
Amy stood in front of the mirror wrapped in her old flannel robe and stared at herself. "This is it, girl. If there's going to be a New Amy you have to start right now." It had been a month since her divorce had been finalized and she had kept pretty close to the house, rarely going out except to go to work. Her marriage had never been a happy one. Not that...
"I'm so bored." "Me too." "What time is it?" "Not time to go yet." There was a heavy sigh. "How long?" "Three hours. Just like it was two minutes ago." There was a frustrated growl. "Oh hush, you can last three hours." The woman who was now groaning was draped over the counter of the city's third-favorite used book store. Her straight brown hair was...
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, pulling the hotel's Etro robe around me. The stranger standing in the doorway looked confused and surprised. "621, right?" she said in perfect boarding school English while consulting her room key. This being a hotel that still used real brass keys instead of those plastic credit card facsimiles. A charming place in the Sev...
There it was in my inbox, the summons: "You are to join me in the States for two weeks. Make your excuses to your friends and family. Be convincing. A friend from school is ill, something like that. Be creative. "When you get to the departure lounge at the airport, go into the Ladies Room. Change into what's in your carry-on. You can wear a coat and heels....
It was the last week of my college internship at a radio station in the city. I was majoring in both marketing and communications and my advisor thought some radio experience would be beneficial for me. I just completed my sophomore year and still had time to decide what I wanted to focus on. The station I was with was mostly talk radio with music on the wee...