When you're 18 years old, things you've done since you were 12 have lost their meaning. The routines tick along, safe and unexceptional, until you stop for a moment and ask yourself what's really happening. I don't remember what movie we were watching the night after my twelfth birthday, but I do remember the chill in the basement and the sharp scent of dog...
* 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...
The shape of her face was never as important to me as when I couldn't see it anymore. The distance between her eyes, the prominence of her nose, the smoothness of her cheek, the contour and colour of her lips. The lips I had to stop myself reaching out to touch with my fingertips as she was talking; and the eyes I lost myself in so many times, seeing all of...
Helen went out to feed the animals, as much to get out of the stifling cottage that backed up into the hillside as to perform any chore. The ground around was mostly bare dirt, and there was the smell of livestock and staleness. She reached out to pet a goat that had come up to her. They had those strange eyes that unnerved her, but still, she hungered for...
(To follow this story better, do yourself a favor and read "A Nude Business Ethic" first.) As I finish reapplying my make-up, I look at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We are lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at cunt level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office has been accepted w...
Copyright 2007 Anna_Malia75. All of the sex depicted in this story is between people over the age of 18. Damn it to hell, it was Christmas Eve. I was curled up in my favorite chair listening to Bruce laugh his way through "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" while I sip my second glass of Shiraz – could it get any better than this? Of course it fucking could. Fo...
She Wears The Pants (And The Strapon) Chapter 1 It was an unusually warm night in December when Ben staggered home from the bar after a long day at the office. He worked as an editor at a large book company and while things went smoothly most days, today had not been one of those days. What really left him stressed was a phone call he had been on for most...
I'd just arrived at the Film conference. Was about two hours late which meant I missed the premiere of a talented student name Christina Ingrams new work. Sucks when you plan so long for a trip and then everything goes to shit from minute one. My flight delayed an hour, hotel couldn't find my reservation, even though when they did, I'd been waiting another h...
Carol could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Carol knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighbourhood, and Carol had seen her walking by her house occasionally. H...
Cheryl sat the cheesecake, fork, and another glass of wine on the table. Kelly asked me to stand up for a second. "Cheryl, would you please move Kim's chair to another table? She won't be needing it any more tonight." Kelly turned her chair so she was facing me. "Pull your dress above your knees and Kneel, pet." I got in position and clasped my hands behin...