Her name was Charlene and she was the most exquisite thing that I’d ever seen. Long legs, high, small breasts and honey-blonde hair that fell to the center of her back. For the last two years, she’d been faithfully serving me three eggs over easy, hash browns, five slices of bacon and black coffee at the diner near my condo. I guess-timated that she was abou...
Of all the places on the campus I liked the library best. I had always been an avid reader and libraries were a safe haven for me. Where other people went to church I went to a library whenever I needed spiritual comfort. The reason for spending this beautiful summer's evening in my college library was less spiritual though, I was working on a late essay, I...
Following their heated cyber-reunion, Steve and Anna's Messenger sessions became regular, though they couldn't be called frequent as both had other commitments and distractions. Even at this reduced level, Anna looked forward to his contacts, which though at a distance were more stimulating than her sometimes boyfriend's rather boring approach. In particula...
All She'd Ever Do is Dance, Dance, Dance! Ch. 2 All characters in the following story are eighteen and above. They have to be to work in the club and I checked the ID’s I did, I really did! It is not meant to depict what happens in a typical topless dance club. The promiscuity of the dancers is exaggerated for the entertainment of the reader only! Really h...
How dare that fuzz bucket wire-haired snaggled-tooth jerk tell me that I didn't know squat about playing pool! Somebody should inform the numskull that my daddy was the state 9-ball Champ for 4 years running and my Grandpa was the owner of this town's biggest and baddest billiard room in the early 1940's. Pool is my first, middle and last name. Oh well, hind...
I haven't been writing on literotica for long, but I've been inundated with a great deal of positive feedback and a little constructive criticism. Thank you. One note today grabbed my attention more than any of the others. It was sent to me anonymously, but I would have liked to thank this reader for his or her inspirational, motivational, and thoughtful w...
This story is dedicated to Claire, she knows who she is. For being my inspiration, my encouragement and my proof-reader for this story. Thanks hun! ----------------------------------- Slumping low in the soft cushioned cinema seat she bit her bottom lip, holding back the silent tears threatening to spill at the ridiculously mushy scene on the screen before...
I hate elevators. The way they bounce along their cables creeps me out. Mostly, I hate elevators because I get stuck in a small space with unfamiliar people in my bubble. Today I had the pleasure of sharing a lift with a middle-aged bald man getting off on seven. Well, I wasn't sure if he would be getting off tonight, but we were at a hotel, so the probabi...
This is porn, not erotica. This wasn't written to waste your time, leading you down a long path of whatever-the-fuck-happened before two people FINALLY decided they want each other. Yuck! This is not fiction. This is real. If you read it and don't like it, I'm real sorry about that...I'm only telling you what happened. As with everything I post here, unles...
You just never know, do you, when you're gonna run into your so-and-so - a bad date you'd rather forget, a one-night stand that had no follow-up, a crush that didn't take hold, a former co-worker you never got along with, whatever. San Francisco is simply too small of a city to avoid these inevitable - and for the most part, unwanted - path crossings, and it...