Skylar blinked, trying to orient herself. The first thing she realized was that she couldn't breathe, and for a moment she thought she was drowning, or that the air had been sucked out of the room she was in. Her surroundings – where the hell was she – was a blur around her as she focused on her dilemma. Opening her mouth, she felt nothing, and suddenly real...
Thanks for reading this story- please note it is written in a slightly unusual format which is deliberate and is an attempt to replicate a stream of consciousness from one person's viewpoint. As such it does have some slightly non-standard punctuation, some long, rambling sentences, and it doesn't include any traditionally set out dialogue although there is...
After spending the morning getting more 'acquainted', we decided to go out and grab some lunch. I take her to this cute little cafe in one of the alleyway's that spread out over Melbourne CBD and decide to get to know this blonde goddess better. We've already established our ages, she's 22 and I'm 24. She knows I work in Finance but I'm still yet to determi...
She loved the pictures of the romantic river front B&B in southern Ohio with the sounds of the Ohio River to be the backdrop for their first weekend together. Months of emails and online conversations had brought them to this point of meeting face to face. She had to admit, she thought it a sweet and corny notion to meet for the first time face to face on th...
"Alright, Sugarbear, there's some low rank orc bitches we're going to have to pass before we head up into Loch Modan. I'll handle them. I kicked their asses years ago, and they never got any better. Through Loch Modan we'll be pretty well protected. There are some kobolds, but they tend to be scared by a fart. We'll head from there to the gates that lead to...
This will be a retold account of Donna's first experience being shared with another man by me, and of that event's effect on our relationship. We have previously written about it in past stories, but some new members of Literotica have written about how they could get started in wife-sharing. Donna has read it, and her corrections have been incorporated in t...
How did it all start? A year ago, we were still unmarried. I was 27, she was three years younger. We had big plans for our life together. We wanted to conquer the world together. But then, real world problems crept in. Even though we had big plans, we had no impetus to go out and do what we wanted to do. We wanted to be dominant, rich, in charge of our desti...
[This is continuation of the story of Monika in a quest to explore her own self. These are the thoughts of Monika that have been put in words by me] Many marriages in India are arranged. The parents of bride and grooms are helped by friends and relatives in this effort. Once the prospective bride or groom is found then often the astrological references are...
I grew up with a personality dichotomy. I was gregarious and outgoing, both a good student and athlete, yet shy around girls. My mother tried for years to tell me I was good looking and by my senior year of high school I was a 6'4" tall and 190 pound, hard-body, but I always thought she was biased because I was her son. As stated before I was virgin until...
Over the next few days, Lynne spent a lot of time writing songs, and reflecting. She kept the napkin with his number on it over, and over. She wanted to call him, and tell him she enjoyed the coffee that they shared, but she felt shy. Then she began to reason that if he was really that interested in her, he would have asked for her number so that he could d...