There was a time, a few years back, when I traveled often on business. I did not care for the life and the memories that remain are of airports, hotels and motels, dinners and nights alone. I often fantasized at the beginning of each trip that I would meet a woman for an evening of dinner, dance and sex. The opportunities to fulfill that dream were few and...
{This is my first story here on Literotica, so any feedback will help greatly in future stories that I write, thanks!} * Chris sighed to himself as he walked to the back. It was just another typical day at work, except that it was another unbearable day as well. Not that he didn't mind working, it's just that he didn't like working with her. Her being 'her...
Sylvia felt the vibrations of the music rise through the wooden dance floor. The huge—and really very good—Big Band moved smoothly into what she realized was the last tune of the set, "Moon River." In fact, it was the last dance of the evening. She was glad she'd persuaded the band manager to show her his handwritten copy of his program and memorized the son...
A few years ago, I hit that place in life where I had the "perfect" suburban lifestyle. Married man with two small children, a townhouse in the subdivision and a mortgage that was a little too large for comfort. My wife was at home with the children, and had reached the stage in her life where she was tired all the time and nothing was going "right". We des...
November was a terrible month for me. Sales were slow, money was sparse and my attitude gloomy. I was fidgety and I needed relaxation and companionship. I usually don’t like bars, but I decided to go down to the local restaurant for a drink. And who knows, I might get lucky. I went to the local El Torrito restaurant a few blocks away. It was your typical f...
Joy was engrossed in her work and it took a second or two for her to realise the phone was ringing. Answering it, it was her boss, Mike. "Joy, I want you to come up to London for a series of meetings tomorrow and the day after. Yes! Before you give me an ear bashing, I know it's short notice but it is madly important." Mike waited for a second or two for th...
(Michael Dawson knows a thing or two about women. After all, he's made a living from them. But Halloween brings him an altogether new experience!) White light, white pain. Nothing else. Then voices. "This one's a priority..." "Take him right through to theatre..." More voices. Blurred faces. A sharp pricking sensation in the forearm and then a feeling...
"Not everyone is going to love everything you do, Molly," I said staring at the heap of rejection letters in a box. "Yeah, well. Thanks. I'm pretty sure the last few weeks of collecting these letters have proven to me that I suck at what I thought was my art. I should have just stuck doing it for me." I watched as Molly dumped the letters into her paper re...
"Damn it, this is supposed to be a legitimate business, not some Willie Wonka fantasy!" Angel then tore the four page report in half and tossed it to the side. "Now then, I suggest that you make yourself useful and scrub all the toilets in this facility or find another job." Angel then stormed up out of her chair and past the devastated manager to make a rou...
The Sandalwood Cafe was entirely empty at two AM, and Alice and Theresa were about to shut down the stereo and the coffee urns, wrap the leftover pastries, and call it an early night, when the two men walked in. They were off the usual run of Sandalwood clientele: both around forty years old, business-suited and well groomed. They were probably from somewhe...