NOTE: This story is an original story written by myself, Desert Princess, and is only authorized for publication at Literotica. Any other form of publication is prohibited without obtaining explicit approval from the author. Until I moved to another state and a far bigger city, I was your classic Midwestern small town girl. Well, maybe not that classic....
Note: This is my first erotic fiction I have written so I'm new at this. Feel free to post advice and your opinions, thanks. :) * I've never been one of the confident girls in my class, far from it, in fact. All through high school I had remained the quiet, introverted girl who sat alone in the library. By the time I'd reached eighteen, I had accepted my...
I met her in the dressing room of the new, trendy clothing store in the mall. It was one big room with wall to wall mirrors. No stalls to change in or curtains to hide behind. Nope. It was all out in the open. Since the room was empty I decided to go for it. I had this really cute outfit that I wanted to buy to go out clubbing later on and I really wanted...
My best friend's name is Danielle. Danielle A. Mitchell. And I am in love with her. I think she is the sweetest and most beautiful person to have ever walked the face of the earth. I tell her that all the time but she's never believed me. She's gorgeous though. Sometimes I can't help but just stare at her. She's shorter than me, about 5'2'', and has the swe...
My cousin Jess was gripping onto an empty wineglass in her hand and lazily slurping out a few corny words to a drunken guy leaning against a wall. "Ooohhh...I like your stubble...It's so sexy... Like sandpaper." She said to the guy, touching his face and giggling. I could see where this was leading. "Party's over, its time to go home." I told her, "I'm ca...
The sight of Pauline lying prostrate on the couch was not very unusual. On these Friday or Saturday evenings, the three apartment mates would go off on their individual adventures, but inevitably would converge to this single scene. A sigh of tired resignation escaped the thin redhead, Hannah. Beside her, the more robust blonde slipped off her purse and appr...
I moan as her soft, alabaster hands gently stroke my velvet thighs. The silk sheets are cool on my back, sliding across my skin so sensually. Her hair drapes across my legs, tickling my tender skin and heightening every touch. Then, something snaps. I hear a small gasp as I roughly pull her face to my opening. She pushes her hands off my thighs and flies...
Earlier I wrote a story about an HM in the Navy that I had fooled around with in the bathroom. We hadn't seen each other at all after that until last night, when I was at a bar with a group of friends just talking and drinking and having a good time. This girl that everyone was friends with was visiting for a while so we all wanted to take her out to the bar...
I Opened Her Diary and I Read It -- Don't Judge Me -- You Don't Know the Story Yet PART FOUR of FIVE There are things in this world words fail to adequately describe; they—at best—can only speak of the shadow of the thing. I can tell you "the bird soared," and we will have an understanding, but those words do not come close to describing the flow, the grac...
My name is Ivy. My mother named me this because she always so adored the way ivy crept up along the side of our house, as though it wanted inside. Me? I feel as though I am constantly looking for a way out. Looking for a way to just go crazy, something that I admit I never do. I'm what you would call a safe girl. I head off to school in the morning (usually...