Dave, a man in his late twenties is getting a break from his parents, whom he lives with, for a three-day weekend. He is slightly overweight, mostly in the gut, for his six-foot frame. The reason he lives with his parents was because he moved back from college. He had planned on moving to Las Vegas, but debt caused his plans to change. He fell into a depres...
Sitting in a darkened corner of the parking lot at Tampa's Bayside Mall, I waited patiently for my contact to arrive. The drizzling rain beaded on my windshield, pooled, then streamed downward towards the wipers. With the weather conditions the way they were I expected Michael Whittaker to be running late. Flights from Washington D.C. to Tampa International...
When I was a senior in high school I had a class with Ms. Morgan, and Ms. Morgan was attractive. Unusually so. Or at least she was to me. Alyssa Morgan was her full name, and she didn't show a lot of cleavage or wear high heels or anything like that but was attractive in a subtle way, in a sort of way she couldn't help, and had long, dark, hair, almost black...
Another lesson for Debbie! As Debbie walked across the college playing fields at the end of the afternoon lessons, she could feel her heart thumping and butterflies fluttering around her stomach! She had an idea what was in store for her during the evening, because her life had been jolted and ignited into blistering activity that she had never known before...
Author's Note: I wrote this story with the intent of starting from a commonplace setting, a cafe, to ending with an unexpected climax. Thank you to kholix22, the muse for this story, for your encouragement and narrative advice. This story would be no where near as compelling without your input. ********** I sit down in the busy coffee shop and set my cup...
On request by anonymous feedback from Literotica as a (sort of) thank you. Amazing This story (I've read both of your dark elf stories) is pretty amazing. Best I've read in a while actually, you've gotten yourself another fan! If you do take requests, I'd love to see more about this setting. Specifically, perhaps even the flat girl who enjoyed humiliation...
© 2004 by Thrillerauthor As I write this tale of woe, the sight of manicured fingers flitting over my keyboard evokes the utter misery of my situation. Not long ago, I was vice president of a major pharmaceutical firm, with a six figure salary and a corner office. Now I am sitting in a secretary's cubicle, trying to keep from snagging my pantyhose each time...
Sitting on bar stools on a busy Thursday night in London, Carmen and Justin appeared to all the world to be a average couple out enjoying an evening's drink; calm, collected, an established couple relaxing after a day's work in the city. Each knew the other's nervousness, that the self-possessed air was practised and hiding butterflies in her stomach and a k...
Thursday Afternoon "You look good." Ken said stepping up behind Jenna. "Smell good too." "Stop it." Jenna replied softly. Her body didn't say stop though, she tilted her head slightly so her black hair fell away revealing her slender throat. "I'm married and you know it." Ken leaned over her without touching her, his hands on either side of the keyboard s...
Hello. This is the first story I have ever written outside of an academic setting. As an aspiring writer I hope to develop my writing skills by continuing this story as a series. Comments on what needs work, as well as comments on what went right, will be extremely appreciated. Tremendous thanks to Passion_Pen and Palindrone from the bulletin boards for no...