One day Greg was walking in a large mall He was a hungry and tired and decided to find the food court. He noticed a very beautiful young girl about his age sitting at a table by herself. Since there was an empty table next to hers, Greg decided to sit and get a better view of this girl. He glanced at her, but each time their eyes met, she turned away. He ass...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
WELCOME TO DETROIT There are fifty shades of gray in the Motor City. And all their names are Death. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. OK, forget about the "best" part. That was when the Huron, Ojibway and the Chippewa still roamed the Lakes, long before Whitey came and the frogs renamed the Indians' Tsychsarondia River "Detroit," which e...
Mandy and Jillian were mulling over my words; I had just given them carte blanche over the rest of the evening's activities. Mandy knew fully well what power she had been given, but Jillian, being new to the group, didn't, so Mandy decided to give her a clue. "Jillian, you do understand that Vinny has just given us permission to make him do anything we want...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Italy, Sicily, France and Spain, all round England and back again: They christened the starship "Old Faithful". Pieces of the left rotary axle had disintegrated when the homeworld imploded, causing a hundred and thirty percent burn in the starboard engines and til...
"I've been a fool," Trish said. We sat facing each other in a booth in the back room at the campus coffee shop in the late afternoon. Two other faculty couples in other booths had just departed, leaving us alone. Trish had just confronted me with the evidence of my affair --- in my dresser drawer I'd left a little yellow post-it note with a cell phone number...
"Damn, damn, damn," I muttered. The track of Hurricane "Grace" -- the seventh named storm of the year, had turned ninety-degrees and the track now took the eye of the Category Two storm directly into the east coast of Florida. "JIM," I screamed at my production assistant. He turned with a serious look on his face. "Get me set up again. We've got to do anoth...
INTRODUCTION I was inspired to write this story by another literotica story I read. The story is titled "What came over me?" by the author jo350. The story was written a year ago and I had hoped for a sequel. Since there was no sequel I decided to write this story. All the character names are different so as not to infringe on the other author. It is not ne...
This is the first half of a story inspired by the "hunting for Bambi" hoax. Even if the story as a whole is not finished, this chapter is a finished section and can be enjoyed as such. If there is interest I'll continue this story. ***** Battle of the Sexes. It was a beautiful summer day. The midday sun was high up in the sky, heating up the world with it...
I sat there in the bar clutching my drink, trembling, partly in anger at what had pushed me to this, but even more so with nerves at what I was about to do. It hadn't helped that I arrived an hour early. Rather than go home first and then have to come straight back out again, I decided to come immediately after work and have a couple of drinks to bolster m...