We were an hour late getting to my sisters terminal. I was rather embarrassed after the last 24 hours or so but as luck would have it Cassie's plane was late. "Hey, Cass, sorry we're late. Have you been waiting long?" "No, the flight was delayed. I actually just got through the terminal about five minutes ago," Cass replied. "God, you two look terrible! Mu...
Jo and Tina's COVID Date Night A feel good slice of life story in strange times. * Author's Note If you are a regular reader of my Mistress & Charlotte stories, you may already know the characters in this one, Jo and Tina, Natasha and Charlotte's more domesticated friends. For a condensed version of their relationship, Jo was the campus detective wh...
A small personal message from me: So sorry about the delay. I am an avid reader of literotica stories and know how much of a pain in the ass and heart it is to wait for each installment in a series. I am not giving any excuses, but hope this chapter (which I have tried to make longer than the others) would be apology enough for the delay. Love and thanks for...
“I’m sorry Linda, but you are just going to have to work late tonight.” “Can’t you get Peter or Michael to cover for you?” “Like I said, I’m sorry Linda, but I’m choosing you. Now, here are the keys, lock up when you’re finished.” Linda stared at her boss, April as she left the office. Linda was April’s secretary for a major film production company. She h...
Author's note: Hello, fellow Literoticans! This story is a rewrite of The Beginning ch.01 - my very first story to Literotica in 2003. Events in my life prevented me from doing much writing in 2005. I am slowly getting back into this passion of mine and decided to begin by taking my earlier stories and rewriting them. I hope you enjoy it. Comments and votes...
Candy met Martha at a friend's party. She had noticed Martha moving around the room. Everyone else seemed to notice Martha too. It was, she mused, not only because of Martha's generous proportions -- but also because of her easy laugh, booming voice and the animated way she flung her arms and head when chatting. You could see Martha was accustomed to being n...
Author's Note: I could not write a story set in my country, New Zealand, without using words from the Maori language, especially as one of my main characters is Maori. I have included a glossary of the words used is at the end of Chapter 3 for those readers who are interested. And no, 'bach' is not a mistake. It is a word New Zealanders use for a holiday hom...
Tina closed here eyes and banged her head against the key board. Eight point fuck this. Just when she was getting hot and heavy with an online chatter when the fucker decided to disconnect. Well great, just great. She looked at the clock one thirty. She was not in the mood for this. She tried to swallow her anger and vented all on the keyboard by angrily pun...
1 I started coming to the restaurant because of the lighting, more than the food. I was living alone, after the divorce, and it was less trouble to go out to a neighborhood place most evenings than to shop and cook and clean up for one. Over a month or two I tried everything close to the apartment, some known for their food and others for their bar scene or...
Christie was on the 30-th floor of a modern high-rise office tower, only a floor below the plush and universally famous restaurant that the building was known for. Although she had never been there, The Mile High, with its pseudo aircraft type seating and servers dressing like airhostesses or stewards was the hottest restaurant in town. The Maitre D, it was...