Bagshaw smiled as he saw Angus and Dulceana Smorthwaite entering the PainCafe. As Headwaiter of the PainCafe, Bagshaw enjoyed the look of recognition from steady customers. Bagshaw had begun bussing tables at the PainCafe at age nineteen, just after having been expelled from The Seventh Avenue Orphanage and Foundling Home, where he'd spent his formative...
I patted Billie on her thigh to let her know I needed to leave. She had planted herself onto my lap as soon as I sat down and had stayed put except for the two times she had to go on stage to strip. the happy hour crowd tossed sweaty, used Washingtons onto the stage for her to bend over and pick up. A courageous few slipped them into her garter with clammy,...
George Clancy’s place in the pecking order of high school boys was that of the safe, friendly, tall, reasonably good looking, good-dancer, guy, that girls would date, just to go on a pleasant date. To most girls, George was a square. He did not drink or smoke. He was not one of the local guys who had connections with one of the college fraternities, thereby...
It was a hot day, dammed hot. Sticky too, flies buzzed around her head annoyingly. Occasionally gaps between the trees let harsh sunlight slide down on to the path making searing patches that she had to walk through. There were never enough gaps to let the breeze through though, and the trapped moisture between the trees wrapped itself around her like a gl...
I was waiting for Mike near the school entrance when I saw him walk out the door with several girls. I smiled at the thought that they, too, found him attractive. But Mike was mine -- or perhaps I was his -- but either way, he wasn't available to them. I walked toward the group and recognized only a couple of the girls. As I neared the group, one of the girl...
[This story contains love, affection, spiritual references, and sex. Because the sex involves lots of people I entered the story in Group Sex. I request feedback more than I request votes, and I want the votes.] Josh drove up to the church in a borrowed mini van. Everett Moreno was going on the outing with the group, but his brother had been in an acciden...
**Thanks to Master Exploader for editing** ***** "No, I'm not," Marlon confirmed. "Marlon, it's just I... I can't trust you when you're like 100 miles away," Rachael replied. "Yes you can, I would never do that too you." "Well, I don't believe you." "I don't know what to tell you," he replied. "So are we meeting up?" There was nearly a minute of silenc...
(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. My boyfriend, now husband, asked me to write a story specifically for him. After joking around about the future of technology, I decided to use one of the ideas we thought would soon be available to the general public. This story, as the website implies...
Yes, I probably should have known better. I am, after all, an adult and probably half way through this wild trip more commonly known as "my life." But every once in a while....yeah, every once in a while you just have to roll the dice and play the cards you are stuck with. This was one of those times. It started out innocently enough, a common cliché of...
Our laughter spilled out onto West 47th Street as we untangled ourselves from the cab and headed toward the lobby door. Water cascaded onto and off the glass ceiling above as we trundled through the street lobby and piled onto the elevator, suddenly enveloped by the trademark electronica music that the W Hotel has seeping from every speaker in the hotel. "T...