I woke to the sound of Micchy's voice. "Hey Brooke, time to wake up, you had a pretty rough night last night" I groaned, "Please let me sleep..." I begged, pulling the pillow over my head, which ached from the previous nights activities. Micchy laughed, "come on, we have to get going." I sat up in the bed, grumbling, "This was a stupid idea..." I complai...
Author's note - This is another shortie, written in the desperate days I struggled with the worst case of writer's block of my life. It's a wee bit autobiographical, she said with a smirk, but mostly, like my other offerings, it's purely fiction, ideas that bubble up in the fevered cauldron of my brain. And, much like 'Anja,' it's quite unlike anything I've...
It is a picture postcard night on the deserted beach, and I am the insomniac drifting in its midst. There is no real reason why I can’t sleep – I am just another restless soul in search of moonlight and some sea air. By day, I am a doctor. My hours are spent putting other lives before my own, offering hope to the hopeless and performing the miracles of moder...
Author's note: This story is true and I do not have the heart to tell the whole truth. Maybe one day I will. I am hoping people will enjoy it anyway. She was soft and warm, she had just had a shower. I loved the smell of her shampoo. She gestured her arm towards me and said 'Pillow?'. It was usually I who was the pillow (despite her thinly supported...
Thanks to voila- for "requesting" this story. They were a pleasure to work with. Summarized idea: She knows it's wrong to masturbate, but she's convinced herself that it's not masturbation if she doesn't orgasm. Her lesbian roommate finds out about her self-denial and pent-up desire. Contains: orgasm control/denial, some confusion about sexuality, and dubi...
Home sweet home, she thought, looking around her at the library carrel that had become her nest over the past months as she worked to finish the school year. Now, late at night, late in the week, late in the semester, the desk and shelves were barely visible under the stacks of books, marked-up essay drafts, and multicolored sticky notes. The glow from her l...
"So I saw mom masturbating." I said to my sister. Over the facetime on my phone I could see her trying to stifle a laugh. "How the hell did that happen?" She asked, giggling a little. "Are you stalking her?" I exhaled, "No, I came back from my run and heard something and, well, there she was on her bed pounding away with a toy and. . " "Was it the purple...
The girls had made love after the dinner with Mary's parents. Gabby was delighted to have her best friend as now her lover too. Mary was still coming to terms with this new relationship. She did enjoy the things they did, but she knew she still wanted to have sex with a boy. Nevertheless they spent the afternoon teasing one another while dressing for their 7...
This is Part 2 of the Overtime story. Part 1 can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/overtime-22 This will be my third story submission and many thanks to ScarlettKisses for her help in editing this story; this is a better and less error strewn work for her attentions. As before, all feedback and comments gratefully received - those from the first...
"Have you ever cheated before?" With the morning came the hard truth. I'd crossed that border between the faithful and the cheaters--loving every moment of it. I regretted nothing, and part of me felt awful about that. Brianna had spoken so carefully that her question actually eased my heaviness. "No. You?" "No." "How do you feel?" I asked her, wonderin...