"Exquis," I thought, as my eyes wandered the small but smartly attired apartment. Seeing how another lives is always illuminating. At first blush, it was clear Paige lived an orderly life. "I can only wish," I thought, reflecting on the relative disarray of my own. "You like to cook," I observed, anxiously glancing about at the kitchen's legion of culinary...
Lisa Kwo sat on her bed in Cheshire House contemplating the bags that lay strewn around the two girl bedroom. Absentmindedly, she twisted her long thick black hair into plaits, finger-combing it out, before starting again. Despite being the same age as the eighteen year old Helene Ashe who'd been summarily deposited into her room, she only knew the blonde g...
If you like this story, check my profile on Literotica for more stories! *** I always struggled with mathematics at school and it was no different at University, even at my ripe old age of 19. In particular, I had to take a course in statistics for my degree that I found particularly difficult to deal with. The course I was attending was tutored by an Ital...
Private journal of Anna Volakas Monday 22nd September, 2014 I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange ... guilty. I don't know why I feel that way, because it doesn't make sense; but I do know what's causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won't be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty....
Hello friend. Welcome to Chapter Three of my Wheels In Motion series. If you haven't read Chapters One and Two, oh boy, are you going to be lost from the get-go. I mean, why would you want to do that to yourself? Go on, practice some self-care and catch up on the story. I'll be here when you get done. Special Thanks to my beta-readers, ArmyGal33 and Sal...
I was having a hard time with my second college year math class so my parents had gotten me a tutor. (I was still living at home although I was nineteen). She was a few years older than I and in her senior year of college. Karen was a pretty young woman with long, silky black hair that spilled in a curtain over her shoulders and big brown eyes. She had an ov...
Welcome to Midland, a nice quaint mid-sized city in the heart of America. Housewives and blue collar workers, a few big buildings to gaze at, and the few opulent citizens make Midland the very picture of suburbia. The people of Midland are its greatest asset and today we will look in on Cheri Montague, a young woman that has a very interesting story indeed.....
This story is meant to serve entertainment purposes only, it means no direspect towards Muslims or the religion of Islam. I had a crush on a girl, and it just happened that she was Muslim. Hope you enjoy the story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oh my gosh, it's her again," I thought to myself. The object of my mind's affection got onto the bus. It was the...
Judy looked at her assistant Stephanie's quarterly marketing report. "The girls' got talent." She thought to herself. She sighed and looked out the window at the traffic below. Stephanie had been her assistant for the last year and a half. Her career at Dunphy & McCoy was about to take a big step forward. Judy recommended her for the vacant position of mar...
I sometimes think that the events overtook me somewhere along the line. What I mean is I got into a conversation with a beautiful neighbour about personal debt and low pay and what to do about it. Veronique, my neighbour, gave me a business card for an agent; this turned out to be her agent too. She reached over and touched my hair and said , 'Anita, you cou...