All characters are over 18. A few famous Tennis Pros are mentioned, but the main characters are all completely fictional. Several actual locations in the Orlando area are mentioned, however Carrie's workplace and tennis club are fictional. ***** "Out!" What?! My mouth opened to protest, but I snapped it shut before making a sound. My opponent was right....
The drive from Emma's was an absolute blur and I don't even remember steering. I had been pretty much on cruise control as I drove, glowing as I thought about everything that had happened over the weekend. I was in a wondrous haze, not really paying attention to where I was, and then, there I was on my street turning into my driveway. I was on one hell of a...
This story comes from seeing a very young and pretty (underneath the grime) female tramp in a park. Her clothes were of high quality but filthy. She did not look like her mind was disturbed. I wondered how she had got in the state she was in... It was strange how we met. I was searching for my dog in the park and she was collecting discarded cans, hoping to...
Chapter 3: Just Deserts "Just tell me to leave, okay? I mean just say that you don't want me in the house anymore. Kick me out," Claire said earnestly. That was the first thing she said to me as I entered the front door of my house. No preface. No greeting. She was standing in the hallway by the front door, evidently waiting for me, and now she was begging...
This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think you might be offended please find yourself another story. * Chapter 1 I was naked and terrified. I could move nothing but my eyes and could see little except the blankness of a white ceiling. I tried to call out but I had no voice. I desperately tried to gather m...
Melissa said the picnic was at the home of Vicki Shaw and her sub Dani. The drive would take about 30 minutes. The names sounded familiar and I thought I had met them at Lisa's Hideaway, but was not positive. They lived on a small ranch outside of town. The house was obviously old, but well maintained. In addition to the house, a barn sat to the left and bac...
© 2006 by Penelope Street With a sigh of disgust, I got up from my kitchen table and made my way to the ringing phone. "Hello?" I snapped, expecting to hear a creditor on the other end. "Sandy? It's me, Melissa." In a moment, my bitterness vanished, replaced by a smile that spread across my face. "Hey! Two weeks from today, right?" "Yeah, two weeks....
May 30, 2007 * Please note, the following story has graphic sexual content. If you are younger than 18, please do not read any further. This story I kind of long. Copyright by the author, May 2007 * I was on the couch with Crissy. We had grown up together, she was my next-door neighbor, and, and our families were super tight. We had spent a lot of wonde...
PRELUDE Laura Hanson was sitting in the back of a taxi on her way the Central Park West apartment of Hedda Moore. At the age of 23 years Laura was an aspiring actress trying to land her first role on Broadway. Hedda was the leading lady in a play that was in the process of being cast. Laura had been auditioning that Friday afternoon and it was not going wel...
Author note: As one reader pointed out to me in an email following my first story, I cater to the "fine dining" clientele of Literotica, not the "fast-food" one. This is smart eroticism not raunchy porn, so if you're looking for a quick and easy fix, you're better off skipping my stories. Otherwise, enjoy, and don't forget to leave any positive or negative c...