Author's note: This is an entry in the 2012 Literotica Valentine's Day Contest. Enjoy! Roses are red, violets are blue.Cupid is clumsy, Psyche's aim is true. ~~~~~ ~ A Strange Encounter ~ Aaron suddenly felt anxious. He had expected some uneasiness, but his day had been extremely busy. Morning classes, lunch with colleagues, afternoon office work; the he...
A writer living next door to two gorgeous women discovers a window into their lives and after six months of watching them finally gets to participate. I found channel 69 by accident. I was apartment sitting for my old friend George who owned a large security and surveillance company. George's apartment was in a fashionable quarter of the city. I was visiti...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * "Hey, Eddie. How are ya?" the soft voice asked. I recognized her voice even though I didn't remember the phone numb...
Louise describes last night and that morning. When I left the Wilson's house that day I was smiling all over myself. As I walked down the street towards my home I was I had finally gotten Mr. Wilson to do something. Jesus, I had been teasing him drastically for over a year trying to get him to take the bait and do something to me. And today, God he had lic...
This is my first story written from a male perspective and I hope it turns out okay. $#$#$#$# The second quarter of the fall semester was turning out to be a bitch. The Dean had laid on another section of European History on me after one of the other profs got herself bent out of shape in an auto accident and I had to take over mid-stream. The prof was one...
Ann wrapped a towel around herself and walked down the hall to the bedroom. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and smiled. The body that looked back at her was not that of a teenage girl, but that didn't matter any more. She had discovered that at 29 there was no need to look like a teen! What mattered was that she was comfortable with the way s...
My first story in a long time. As a treat there is an anagram to be spotted and TWO jokes for those who are able to read Welsh! How did this story come to me? I was listening to a CD of hits from the 1970s, Mouldy Old Dough came on and the story came, fully formed, into my mind. ***** Chapter 1 It was Thursday night down the disco at the All Saints Chur...
Beautiful, that was what she called me. I knew I was a good looking guy but guys are not beautiful. I was not beautiful. I did understand that I was not handsome in the normal meaning of the word. I also knew most guys that looked like me were gay and those guys were gorgeous. I was gay. She was my best friend Jenn, a cute bundle of energy and my work stati...
The next morning, I followed Uday into Sharma's office. The fat sloth again cast that lecherous look at me, and flashed me a disgusting smile. "Good to see you both. Have a seat." "Thanks Sharmaji." Uday said. "Today I have for you a few configurations that will be great for your setup." "Your configurations are always great, Uday." Sharma said. "It's the...
The words and language of submission had run through her head for many years. The rhythmic cadence of them haunting her waking hours and invading her mind at night. The fantasies had been with her for so many years that they were a comforting old friend. Created from the darkest desires of her heart and from the vivid images from her online research and the...