Twenty-eleven hours, I looked at my watch as the metal walled box I was travelling in shuddered to a halt in a series of heart stopping jerks, to the accompaniment of frightening bangs and clanks. The lights dimmed, only the emergency lighting remained on, the elevator was stuck somewhere between the twenty-fourth and twentieth floors. Adrenaline coursed thr...
We met, officially, at a party. The twenty-seventh birthday of a mutual friend was to be the first time we actually spoke to each other, although we'd each known who the other was for years. Her name was Erica, and she was beautiful: chin length naturally jet-black hair, huge emerald colored eyes and pouty, raspberry-colored lips. She was about three inche...
This story follows on from Samantha Burnett's Late Night Hookup and my sequel Late Night Hookup 2: Angela. You should definitely read the earlier stories before reading this installment. *** ABBY It was her. It really was. Abby's hand shook as she pulled out her phone and opened the F4F app she'd installed after Angela had told her about her encounter wi...
THIS IS AN ORIGINAL WORK, PLEASE DO NOT STEAL. COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED, AND IF YOU'RE A WOMAN, THIS IS ESPECIALLY FOR YOU! Melanie Thompson was your average 19-year-old American girl. She worked a boring retail job at the local Best Buy, was a cheerleader at her school, and was worrying about where she would go to college in the fall since she was graduati...
My best friend had flown from in from Seattle to visit me for a few days, and I was just doing the usual thing of showing her around, introducing her to friends. We spent the entire time laughing, me going on about music and sex, her going on about Japanese animation, both of us just glad to be together again after having last seen each other at graduation....
Am about halfway through this time in my life depending on how much I want to tell, but thought this would be a good time to give some background about our situation and how we dealt with it. In the early 80s there wasn't a strong les or bi movement here in the States. And Jeannie and I had gone to a football mad school in a southern state. And being a sout...
If you haven't read part one then part two will make little or no sense. This one goes out to chrisomes who especially signed up on literotica to contact me. Thank you so much. I know you have been waiting a while, hopefully this was worth the wait. I want to thank my editors Cassy and LaRascasse, you guys make some of my crazier ideas make sense and the le...
Author's note: This series is classified as lesbian sex, because the focus is the female protagonist's relationship with another female. There are some heterosexual components to the story, but I hope you'll let that slide. For this mini-series, I was inspired to go for a drunk dream-like narrative. Enjoy! *** I show up at the house. It's close to midnight...
It all started when my best friend, Anna, abruptly decided to stop being my best friend after I put my hand up her skirt. It wasn't my fault, and I still maintain that's she's deep in denial about her feelings about me in particular, if not other girls in general. We were both 18, in our last year of school. She begged me to cut the class we had together las...
Helen was sitting at her desk picking the soggy tomato out of her sandwich thinking about how much she hated her office job. She had been at the company for over 4 years now and she realised that she would never get the promotion she desired. Neal was the boss's favourite. He was the one who went to most of the functions and even got invited out to play golf...