You knock on my door. As we agreed you are wearing nothing but shoes and a long coat. The walk across the parking lot was scary, cold wind blowing the bottom of the coat up. You were afraid someone would see you. You don't say anything as I let you inside. As the door closes I give you a hug, and grab your wrists. I press you up against the door, roughly,...
I recently began a new job, and to my surprise started working with Daryl, a neighbor from down the street. We often ate lunch together and became pretty good friends. One day I stopped by Daryl's place for no particular reason, just a friendly bullshit session. Daryl told me to come on in and sit down. I came into the kitchen where Daryl was eating lunch a...
The room was nearly completely dark save for the three candles at the head of the bathtub. Feeling ready to relax and completely oblivious to the presence of watchful eyes in her bathroom, she stripped off the trapping of her stressful day. She slowly tested the steaming water with her toe, then ever so slowly climbed in, emitting a moan as her skin turned p...
My wife Kathy was always the reserved type. She is truly beautiful but has always been insecure about her looks, her body and sexual grip on men. She is 5’6” with blonde hair, blue eyes and beautiful sensitive breasts that nicely fill a 36D cup. Even when her college roommate used to point out that men would ogle when she wore her miniskirt, she still didn’t...
I moved away from my parents house into the city after the summer. I got myself a little flat and a job as a barmaid in quite a cool bar. I was really enjoying the freedom, and, for the first time, I felt completely free to be who I wanted to be, do what I wanted to do... There was no uniform at work, and I had got the job wearing quite a skimpy top, so I t...
I would like to thank the very talented Literotica author, Schuppzigh for his editing expertise, and other help, in seeing me through my first story. Vignette 1 begins a series of short stories, which are "fictionalized" versions of what actually happened to me over the past 30 years. I'm currently 70. These events represent occurrences primarily of a sexua...
Note: This story is pure fiction. It is also a prelude to Back Stage Bliss by Tabby JJ Kitty. It was a very wacky play written by a good friend of the director. Everybody was a good friend of the director. He was just one of those guys. His name was Fred. My then boyfriend, Steve, would come to rehearsals sometimes when Fred needed an extra pair of eyes for...
The trouble with being a busy business woman, in her forties, with a very demanding job, is that since I got divorced five years ago, I have not found time to form a new relationship. I'm frankly too busy. Five days a week are completely taken up with work and I like to relax at weekends with tennis on Saturday and a slob out day on Sunday. You might think...
Eleanor had always thought very highly of herself. Too highly. Despite her meager background, she imagined and attempted to carry herself like royalty, a proper lady; better than everyone she came in contact with. Someone that others should bow and cater to. She was indeed full of herself. At age 48, the Jamaican born and raised divorcee had only been livi...
Chapter One: Moonlight in the Garden She ran through the labyrinth of gardens laced with colorful leaves of autumn as her long blonde hair with sporadic braids and curls followed her. Shouts and smoke could be heard a distance away, as the witch-hunt had begun in the thick forests of Lorei. Slipping into a short dead end when she was gasping for breath, she...