December 1966 Kendra with Lisa: The Blessing Of Friendship By the time Christmas draws near, it seems like we've been friends forever. Lisa finally talked me into getting out of the house to meet some of her friends, which is a breath of fresh air and fills me with new ideas for a new time. Even though my concern about Bobby never totally goes away, it's...
Disclaimers: True to my moniker, I have finally written a new story... I apologize for the ridiculously long hiatus but life does that to you. So without further ado, here's a new story, which I hope you enjoy. It's all mine. And if you have comments, I would be delighted to hear them. Please do let me know if I have (of haven't) "lost my touch", so to speak...
Chapter One (September 1997) The sobbing was coming from room 443; Madhu's room. It just wasn't in Angie's nature to walk on by. Priests and Levites might have been capable of passing on the other side of the halls corridor, but she wasn't. She lightly rapped her knuckles on the door. No response. The sobbing continued. Angie rapped a little harder. 'Ma...
It was now three weeks since Joanne had been drawn into the erotic world of lesbianism and for Joanne, being with Amy was an up and down rollercoaster type affair consisting of hot, torrid, passionate sex, wicked arguments and bullshit and sometimes Joanne wondered if all the trouble it caused with bobby was worth it. She knew that she hurt bobby when she...
"Monica." The sound of her name caused Monica Doyle to look up from the envelopes she'd just removed from the mailbox and glance past the open vestibule door into the hallway beyond. The twenty-four year old smiled when she saw the white haired septuagenarian stepping out of the front apartment, but delayed a response until the woman closed and locked her d...
"Don't steal me blind while I'm gone, Jon; I'll cut your fucking balls off if you do," I cheerily said in way of a goodbye. Jon knew I was teasing, well, sort of anyway. I trusted Jon to run my business when I was away, or off; if he was stealing from me, I damned sure couldn't find it and believe me, I look, I always look. Over the years, I've caught a fe...
It really wasn't my plan to go to the family reunion, let alone having to sleep over at my aunt and uncle's house. I guess that I can't blame Mom and Dad for making me come along, especially after coming home drunk and obnoxious last weekend. They're still pissed off about that. I'm certainly old enough to stay home alone though, but they say they can't trus...
STOP! Don’t read this until you’ve read parts one and two! You can click on my name at the top and the new page will have the entire saga all lined up for you. You’ll also be able to see some of my other brain farts. Chapter Four I-95: Next Exit, Hell Both the sunset and Baltimore’s congestion were behind her as she headed north on I-95. Laura could get i...
Megan opened the door to her apartment. Friday at last, and she planned on enjoying an entire weekend of doing nothing. The smell of a freshly baked cake greeted her dainty nose. Faye was home. Oh well... at least she would be in her room the entire weekend. Megan knew her roomie had just purchased an ounce of marijuana, which always meant an entire weekend...
Author's Note: This story first appeared in slightly different form back in 1996. I've always wanted to take another crack at it and since it wasn't included in my original postings to Literotica, here goes. ***** A sudden flash of lightning filled the small cabin, causing the transistor radio on the table to momentarily crackle with static. A few seconds...