Eva Lily Rockmore * Oh, fuck! That hurt. I looked into the enraged blue eyes of my lover, shooting wary glances at the perfectly manicured hand that was still partially raised in the air. My left cheek was sore where she'd hit me and I wondered absently if it would leave a bruise. Monica's chest was heaving, the indecently large mass of her breasts push...
That night, I had trouble sleeping. I was tossing and turning and unable to get the image out of my head that was burned in there by Courtney. Me, laying naked on a desk while Courtney fed me. Perhaps the 'while Courtney fed me' part was my own manipulation of the image she had given me today at school. Still, the image was crisp and clear in my imagination...
"Number 28, they screwed up my name." Kim Burgos closed her eyes and sighed, hoping that when she opened them again, it would be early evening and she'd be in her hotel room, settling in for a solid ten hours of sleep. "Sorry ma'am, was there something you needed?" Kim smiled in spite of herself. "Oh nothing, I'm just feeling a little morbid today and I...
Author's Note: So this chapter ended up getting very long. I ended up cutting it down the middle and the other half will be uploaded as the next chapter very soon. Thank you to everyone who reads these, please comment or send feedback with questions/comments/or anything you wanna talk about! Enjoy! ************************** Chapter 4: Stress and Distra...
Here is the promised sequel to "The Fun & Risks of an All-over Tan". The original story was, I accept, somewhat abrupt in its ending - my excuse is the pressure of writing for a competition deadline! Hopefully this rather longer second part will give a more satisfying conclusion. I hope you find it enjoyable and do, please, take a moment to rate the story....
I hate Rock, Paper, Scissors. At least when it caused me to have to do something I didn't want to do. It was the tradition my roommates and I utilized to decide- well, everything. In many cases I won and wasn't forced to do whatever task that struck up the game, but tonight wasn't my night. Three rounds and I was on my way to the grocery store to pick up the...
I love butches. In particular, I love a butch who knows she's a butch. A butch that owns her masculinity, is not afraid to spend a little money on a piece of eye candy such as myself...who knows how to treat a lady like a lady. So, when this caramel colored, statuesque accountant at my office, with shoulder length dreadlocks and dimples to die for, asked me...
It's been a rough couple of months, but I'm finally ready to publish this story. Enjoy! -YoursTruly101 ***** The Windy City has lived up to its name and its citizens have ventured through its busy streets. Grey December skies hovered over its tallest buildings as flurries of snow found their way down from the clouds. Gust of winds over Lake Michigan added...
*Author's Note: This is a long one; it will be broken into 3 installments. Do not ask me when the next one is coming; it will come out as soon as Literotica approves it. As always, thank you for reading my stories. Chapter 1 Paula Lambert looked carefully around, around the parking lot in the rear of the Dead End Bar. Seeing no one lurking in the area,...
Chapter 8 "Wish Clark's was open," Paula admitted as she ushered them into the kitchen. "Two o'clock in the morning?" Terry asked sleepily. "Yeah," Paula sighed. "Only thing I hate about living in this itty bitty town; nothing's open after the sun goes down." "Uh huh," Terry smiled. "And it's always so damned hard coming down after a rough one like toni...