Bored stiff, Sophie picked up the remote and flicked through the channels; discovering there was nothing on worth watching, she sighed, dropped it back on the coffee table and slumped back on the sofa. Babysitting on a Saturday night wasn't exactly the twenty year olds idea of fun, but Dylan was always well behaved and she didn't mind helping out Janice, her...
Parking, or How to Spend a Friday Night in a Small Town One of life's more frustrating paradoxes deal with the issue of personal space. The more you need it, the less likely you are to have it. Take me for example. Here I am home for the summer from college staying with my parents, living in the same room as when I was in High School. Not exactly the enviro...
Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. The first part of this story was about my (our) new relationship with Gail. It also introduced the idea of us having a Halloween party with the guys (and guests). This part of my life story pick's up where I left off in the previous one -- with me in bed with Gail.. But if you read on, you'll...
I sighed deeply as I unpacked the last of my toiletries onto the little wooden shelf in my corner of the cabin. It was the first day of a long summer, and while I was excited to begin my third year as a Counselor at Camp Chipewana, I was still smarting from being dumped out of the blue the night before. I had been with Lauren for 18 months, and it had always...
The Magna Group’s Executive Task Force had their meetings with the CEO every Friday morning. Most of them, the CEO included, would leave at noon to beat the weekend highway traffic and head for their favorite get-away spots at the Lake of the Ozarks. Lola Vinnicelli was the Senior Executive Administrator to Gerald Von Rohr, the CEO of the Company. He was a...
The glassy smooth lake water reflected her cocoa-colored face and the wide white sunhat as Jumana leaned over the side of the small boat. She turned her head and looked back at the boatman who lazily plied the tiller and imagined him wearing only the white linen skirt of ancient Egypt and herself as a priestess being conveyed to her designated temple. She cl...
Before that night, I had never really considered loving another woman as a real option. I had thought about it, but just as kind of a silly daydream fantasy. Actually, I did once tell my mother I was gay, but that was only to piss her off. At that point, I was seeing a guy named Steve. He was a few years older, in college, belonged to a fraternity. Steve's...
Moira Lyttle was a classic Irish lass. Her flame-red hair fell in wavy rings to her waist. Her body was lithe, her skin milky-white and free of blemishes beyond a light dusting of freckles at shoulders, on the tops of her flawless breasts, and across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green and piercing. Any boy caught in her gaze would imm...
This is a story about God, sex, religion, and guilt and how you can't have one without all the rest. I'm sorry if it's the most contradictory story you've ever seen in literotica. ----- Jen was lying in a bed wearing nothing but her panties. Beside her, under the thin covers, was another woman...sleeping, Jen hoped. Because Jen was touching herself. How d...
Waking up to the shrill whine of my alarm clock, I shut it off and enjoy the few blissful moments of grogginess before remembering what today is. Pete is asleep next to me. His chestnut hair falls across his forehead. Reluctantly, my body rises from our bed and I slip into a hot shower. I'm rinsing the soap out of my eyes when I hear the shower curtain rings...