The story of my life with computers and the internet goes back to Klamath Falls, Oregon, Pelican Elementary School and a number of primitive educational games such as "number munchers" and "the Oregon Trail." When playing, you could hear the insides of these early computers zooming and cranking to animate a small green-dotted buffalo running across the prair...
At home, Dear Anonymous, I wanted to have a little chat with you. As you know, the contests on Literotica for this year are almost over, and we will probably go our separate ways after this, since I need to concentrate on some other projects that I have begun. There are a few things that I wished to say to you, however. First, I want to thank you for bein...
Gerry Grimes sat alone in the 'Lamb and Eagle' public house, his only company a double whisky. He had already downed several that night, his intention was to get very drunk. Tonight was a sort of celebration, it was now his 18th month of unemployment, a year and a half of futile job hunting. Every vacancy he attended he received the same replies, 'You don'...
We first met in London two years ago; you were sitting in the bar of the hotel after attending a medical conference and I'd just been stood up by my 'so-called' best friend and was planning to leave after I'd finished my large glass of red wine. I was immediately attracted, after all, you had all of the essential requirements - tall - check, handsome - check...
Evangeline Kelly awoke with a start, the noise was unbearably awful and it sounded as if someone were being raped. She sat straight up in bed and grabbed her phone and in a half sleeping haze shoved her tumbling blonde hair out of her eyes and attempted to dial 911. Suddenly the screaming stopped and the night was a quiet collection of fall wind and its bl...
(I hope this story is not taken the wrong way and that it is enjoyed for it's tale and concept. The multiple comments of these critics inspired this tale. I did try to write this with an open mind but my eye's were sleepy and closing. Please feel free to constructively criticize this story and or vote the full spectrum but I warn you...it's laiden with gramm...
If you would like some context before you read this story, read my posting "A Sexual Autobiography" first. It will provide some background on Elizabeth, Alain and myself, the life we lead, and where my role as a smoke slave fits into our life together. My family and friends know Elizabeth and myself as non-smokers. Our children believe that we consider smok...
Margaret sat quietly at the small computer desk in the corner of the spare bedroom. She stared at the screen of the laptop. At the same time, she listened intently to the sound of her husband's breathing in the adjacent master bedroom. His slow, rhythmic pace signaled to her that he had finally fallen into a deep sleep. The Internet browser was opened to a...
I live in a condo complex. It has its problems. Everyone knows everyone else's business. I some times think my neighbours spend more time writing formal letters of complaint to the board, of which I'm the President, than they do living their own lives. I have to investigate each complaint. The result is I know rather more about my neighbours than I really sh...
"I want to welcome you all to our Flashers Anonymous meeting. My name is George and I will be your sponsor this evening. I understand most of you are here due to court ordered counseling stemming from convictions of indecent exposure and other like violations. For those of you here for the first time just a few guidelines; we use only first names and we try...