Bethany Cooper was feeling old, lonely and depressed. This was partly due to the hundreds of college students milling around her in the atrium of the Prentiss College Student Union. For her, they were a reminder that she had recently turned 36 and that her prime years were well behind her. She felt this way every time she attended one of these career fairs,...
I would like to offer my sincere thanks for the excellent and generous (anonymous, but you know who you are!) editorial assistance that I received. Any grammatical errors, typos and other mistakes are my responsibility and my responsibility alone. Please, gentle reader, if you want a 100% BTB story, this might not be your kind of thing. So please find a st...
Recap: JC finishes the major part of the work on the mural and all that’s left is the detailing and varnishing so Boulan makes preparations for a large party to show off the mural to all his close friends. On the way home, they stopped off at a small restaurant in Odile’s neighborhood and had dinner and then went home and got into bed for a nice quiet fuck...
Nowadays anyone with $300 can go down to a good electronics store or even Wal-Mart and pick up a camcorder with rudimentary editing capabilities and a menu of special effects, but when I was in school, video recorders were still almost the stuff of science fiction, extremely expensive, and the movie camera still reigned. I was sitting at a small café table...
[Author's Note: Okay I must warn you this is an almost fan-fiction. It was inspired by Kalamazoo707's Sinclaire stories. I hadn't originally planned on posting it because I wasn't sure about it, but since I owe you guys, and this was just burning a hole on my desktop, here it is.] * "That bitch!" Dee said under her breath. She cranked up the car and the...
Copyright © 2029 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: Okay, not really a Burn the Bitch, but not a reconciliation either. More a middle of the road like a lot of marriag...
This story is a bit different since it is supposed to be excerpts from a diary. I have never actually written one myself although I have tried a few times (turned out I had nothing to say...). In other words it might not be how you would have done it. Regarding realism: don't bother to complain about the stupidity of some details like camera placement. I k...
十五 "How about an app for buying a ghost?" Man-bun Matty asked the table. His hands were raw, red with scabs and rashes, but he was in good spirits, hyper this morning, decked out in a golden traditional Chinese button up shirt and matching baggy gold pants and open toe sandals. He obviously had no fear of the cold. Man-bun was sipping on a thermos of cive...
The days following our sunny afternoon in the woods were a succession of crises interspersed with mad bouts of loving. The women treated their project assignments as an excuse to get horny and gang up on me. So, of course, I would sit in my attic room trying to write, but horribly distracted by mental reruns of the latest wrestling match on Connie's bed, whi...
General Vis hadn't changed the direction of her advance, but she did move faster. Her central brigade made contact with the rearguard of the Crolian army. She called in the northernmost wings of our army, and fought a battle near a village called Henach. She trounced two enemy regiments, and took 600 prisoners. She also captured 4 enemy standards and 9 gun...