The script hit the desk with a thump and her long sigh fell over the front page. Lacey read the title over and over, rubbing her temples, wondering who to call first, husband or agent. She didn't want to look weak, not now, not for anybody. Every page—and she had read them all—every page had LACEY CHABERT printed across in red ink. It had been exhilarating...
Laura Stevenson listened to the message on the school's main line that she had dialed into from her home phone. "Hello, I am considering relocating to the area for a professional opportunity. I am the single parent of an eleven-year-old boy who will be entering sixth grade next month. I've researched your school on-line, and it seems to be exactly what I'd...
(All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or over.) This chapter is a repost, it has been edited and has undergone very minor rewrites for style and flow. Nothing in the story has been changed. ***** First thing Monday morning, Bailey found himself sitting outside of the Vice Principal's office. He was ordered to report there by Pickwell...
Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story. * I'll begin by telling you I'm known as the 'Bad Boy'; have been since I was a kid. You've all met guys like me; always getting into trouble. Drinks, smokes, stays out late. I've been in so many fights I can't even tell you how many I've been in. I know I have a very bad temper and a very short fu...
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No visual description of sex here, just a romantic tale. Edited to remove the most obvious grammatical errors from the original. Hopefully that will make it more pleasant to read. Halin24 * Let me begin by introducing myself: my name is Randy Goodman and I usually try to be. A good man I mean. I'm 37, something like 1.80 meters tall, 85 kg, fairly fit, h...
Hi folks, it's been a while for some of you. Those of you who are reading this on Literotica missed last week's story. Now that you know that there was a story, most of you already know where to go to find it. And I'm sure someone will mention it in the comments for those of you who don't. You can also send me an E-mail and I'll tell you if no one does. Anyw...
Herb held her hand over the table. It was obvious to her he was falling in love with her, but she didn't know that she felt the same way. She thought life would be different when she left Tom, her first husband. He was a good man, a good provider, a passionate husband and a courteous lover. He had just gotten... gotten..., well he had gotten boring. It wasn'...
It was one damn fine day on Monhegan, as they say here. Don Annas came in from walking the path to the bluff and then back through the orchard. Sylvia heard the screen door clatter. "You got sand on those shoes?" she called. "Already doing it!" he lied, and kicked the deck shoes off to join the rest of them by the door. "I saw three deer! In the orchard by...
This is a work of fiction and is entirely a product of my mind. Any failures of omission or commission are entirely my responsibility. ***** I don't know why the Kenny Rogers song ran through my mind at that moment, but they did. "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em; know when to walk away and know when to run; you never count your mo...