It was Thursday evening and Judy was on the phone to Charlotte. "A pony day, that sounds great. ... Yes, I saw the weather forecast. Hot and sunny, just what we need ... We'll come over about eleven then. Can we bring anything, a quiche? A salad? ... Ok, see you on Saturday, bye." She put the phone down and turned to Lisa. "That was Charlotte. Friday's cance...
I was so happy when I landed my new job. It was a bit more money and a really nice office filled with quiet cubicles. Although the workplace was nice as far as the furnishings and such, it turned out to be a little strange once I settled in to my work. Although we had a couple dozen people - all like me, cube-dwellers in the mid-twenties age group - no one...
This is not my first attempt at fiction. However, it is my first that I feel confident to submit to literotica. I am slightly nervous about this submission, but I shall see how well it is received. If there is sufficient support, then I may be encouraged to write others, and to complete, those that I have already started. This started as a discussion of fan...
My experience with Sally was confusing, to say the least. I was angry, hurt, surprised, insulted, and felt degraded. I'd been beaten and raped by that bitch. I reasoned that I couldn't have been the only woman she'd treated that way. Never again, I vowed. After thinking about some more I made an appointment with the dean of the college. I would expose Sally...
I probably shouldn't, but I order my third cocktail. The waitress does not seem to think much of it...everyone here drinks too much. Everyone else at the table seems fine with it, and they are not letting up on their booze intake either. I guess as long as I pace myself with the crowd, no issue. James does not seem to be making any indication its an issue fo...
She had been writing for a prominent newspaper and was feeling weary and war worn. Her story assignments had taken her to the edge of humanity as she would report on recent stabbings, domestic disputes gone murderous, and your occasional story of redemption involving a gang member finding salvation through some fledgling social program designed to employ and...
(I must thank not only patricia51 but also a new friend who appears to have a sense of my overwordiness. Enjoy. And please remember this and only the stories on this site are copyright to me.) The messenger service was different than the usual one we use. The bike rider was directed to my cube and stood by with a flat envelope and a clipboard for me to si...
Author's note: as with much of my work, this cautionary tale bridges the gap between D/s and romance, so please be prepared for a little light power play here and there. My thanks, as always, to Lisa Jones for editorial support; and to Halcyon Flux for encouragement in general and brainstorming those pesky desires in particular. If anyone is wondering what a...
It started out as an internet friendship. Somehow we had gotten each other's e-mail address and found out that we had similar fantasies. We wrote back and forth, sometimes every day, sometimes going a week between emails. We dove into the world of our fisting fantasies. We would tell each other what we would do if we ever met. We became friends, too, sharing...
Note: This story contains brief flashbacks, the start and end of which are indicated by a " ~~~~~~~~~~~~ " This is part 2 of the story. And picks up exactly where part 1 left off. If you haven't done so already, read pt.1 Her rhythm is poor to start with; perhaps it's the nerves again, perhaps it's the conflicting desire to both punish and make love to...