I smelt her before I ever saw here. The sweet succulent cologne she wore wafted through the air as she walked briskly past me, my backside to her, making its way into my nasal cavity causing my head to snap in her direction. "What is it?" April, the friend I was talking to asked me. "Did you smell that?" I asked with a sense of urgency, like I was asking if...
As I stormed out of his condo and slammed the door behind me I shouted back at him those two little words which so often signal the end of a relationship: FUCK YOU! That discharged about one zillionth of my anger as I stomped past the broken express elevator in the office building/condo. I pressed the down button on the "local" with fragments of his words r...
Author's Preface: Yes, yes, I know. Literotica is all about the sex and I wrote a romance. Please forgive my maudlin sentiments and I promise there is plenty of steam. I just feel that Valentine's Day is about connecting in more than just a physical sense. Enjoy! Liz absolutely hated Valentine's Day! For one reason or another, she had never been in a...
The street is lined with stately old maple trees, with strong branches casting a fresh, green, protective glow over the street. Two states and four hours after leaving the diner, I pull into the administrative office's parking lot. The temporary confidence awarded my by the kindly waitress and the classic soul marathon on the radio had vanished. I had no...
Jenny slept on into the early afternoon, and when she finally woke up there seemed to be a buzz of activity all around her. She sat up in her bunk and looked around; all of the freshmen girls were there at the same time, a very unusual occurrence, especially on a weekend afternoon. Seeing Jenny awake, April came walking over. "It's about time," she said. "I...
Driving home, Maureen thought about her aerobics class, her workout, and the new gym she had just joined, Fitness Today. She had hoped that by joining an exclusively female facility it would help her take her mind off of men. At 35 years old, and newly divorced, she needed to get her mind off of relationships, and men in general. Her second marriage had ende...
Yasmin Sharif knew that Stephanie Claude was trouble the moment she walked into the Little Mogadishu Restaurant on that particular Tuesday evening, sauntering in with a bright smile and confident stride, like she owned the place. The young Haitian Canadian woman had that unique swagger common to those gals from the City of Montreal, Quebec. A style, confiden...
Sophie was distraught at the thought of losing Emmaline to the women Christine said would be their lifelong enemies. To think that only days before they had shared their first kiss, and now it was likely she may never see her again, or even worse that an encounter would result in having to actually fight her former best friend. Despite all those misgivings...
They say that gold is power, but "they" are mostly male, and thus idiots. On the day she decided to stop living on goodwill and bland virtue, instead using her power for its hell-intended purpose, the witch did not begin dabbling in alchemy. After all, what do men pay gold for? Surely that's more powerful. So, she planted a garden. An innocent, beautiful g...
by Patricia51 and Dotrice (The format of this is a little different. We each wrote a complete chapter from our own viewpoint covering the same events. So we have edited and combined them. The first person speaker is identified each time in parentheses above their part. Hope you like it. Tell us.) (Dorothy) I was traveling through the South; no destinatio...