I never thought it would happen like this. Not when I first saw her step through the door on that rainy autumn day 5 years ago. Not when I looked on in agonizing silence as John proposed to her. Not when she left him, and took the first flight out to Chicago. Not even when, against all odds, she miraculously appeared on my doorstep, laughing as alway...
Kate decided that she needed time to think; her college was two minutes walk away and she knew it would be deserted on a Saturday afternoon. She composed herself as she walked briskly through the shops and across the small park in front of the college. She had her key to open the side door that led to the computer room on the second floor; as expected the...
Scarlett stared down at the shiny pink dildo that was strapped to her. She flicked it with her finger and made it bounce a little. As it swung around, she could feel the motion trying to move her hips in reply. She watched over May until her breathing slowed. When she was ready, she looked up to Scarlett's face for guidance. "Do you think she's ready again...
The bar was loud and obnoxious that night. Drunken cowboys were singing out of tune with an old Karoke machine. Tracey sat at the bar tipping her bottle and drinking every now and then watching all of the people drowning their sorrows. It was not too long ago that she would have pitied these folks. But now, here she was drinking right along with them. Drink...
* Note, this is a stand alone story but it is a follow up to "Adult Education: Lay Me Raw" which can be found here: https://www.literotica.com/s/adult-education-lay-me-raw ***** I park my car on the street in front of her house. When I turn the engine off, I lean back in my seat to collect my thoughts. I am anxious and nervous and have no idea how I will b...
What am I doing here? This isn't me. I'm not a -- God, at least have the courage to say the word - a lesbian. Neither am I the sort of person who indulges in extra-marital affairs. At least I haven't been until today. Christ, what a squalid little cliché -- the boss about to screw his cute young secretary. Except that, in this case, it's her secretary. About...
"Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly..." the soft, raspy voice of Rod Stewart drifted sexily on the warm current of air as the fire crackled and popped in the upstairs living room. A rosy golden glow suffused the room, stopping short at the heavy drapes holding out the darkness. Shadows danced on walls and ceiling lending the room a certain li...
Ellen's flight touched down in the last of the evening light, the wind hurtling sheets of rain against the window she'd been staring out of for hours. Her mind elsewhere, it came as a shock to feel the plane's wheels hit the pavement in a wet thud before it quickly slowed to taxi towards their gate. An unintelligible voice came over the loudspeaker, largely...
"To the best girls night out we ever had!" In unison we raised our wine glasses. "And to being best friends for life!" Catherine continued to yell in her excitement. None of us cared, though. Everyone was in the mood for a good time. We were black and single women in our early 30s having our first night out together in six months. Tonight was our time for ge...
I'm trying to remember how I got into all this. It's kind of hard to remember things right now. They don't seem to be very important, really. I know that's not true, I know that there's a lot of important stuff I should be thinking about right this second...but Emma's talking right now, and I just want to sit still and listen. But there's this nagging, irri...