Both RaleighBoy and Peterspeter have stories on here in which I've drawn inspiration from for this story. I really recommend checking out their work as well, since if it was not for them I would not have had the muse to write this (hopefully) ongoing series. Though both of those stories seem to have stopped being written, I could not have been inspired for t...
"Will you like, stay the night tonight? I just don't feel safe out here by myself after what happened earlier." What a ridiculous question, was my first thought. Would I be willing to stay the night at the house of a beautiful girl all alone, to help her feel more safe? Duh. She was my friend either way, and a very good looking young lady to boot. She was a...
*The story of how I met my beloved Kittypet and our first intimate online encounter. *Any spelling mistakes are deliberate as part of the online messages (speech). *Literotica rules apply *Once more to be clear, all characters are at least 18 years old. In fact, Kittypet had just turned 19 when we met. :-) * Disclaimer All characters engaging in copula...
*This story is in the same alternative universe as Part 1. It did not happen. I am not affiliated with WWE.* ** "How 'bout once in a while, WE add the stakes from last week to certain matches?" Becky Lynch was about to step into the Women's locker room for this week's episode of RAW, and the first voice she heard, was from the woman who seven days ago had...
It was as I was returning from a trip up to Manchester that I saw the sign: 'Stewartby Park Prestige Hotel'. I vaguely remembered hearing that the old place had been converted, some years after she died, but it hadn't really hit home to me until that moment. Before I'd even realised it I'd swung the car between the gate posts and started up that familiar wid...
This story is a back marker. It´s been almost finished for a while, so I chose to submit it even though doing that isn´t too high on my list of priorities any more. Quite a few people have helped improving it, for example brooks103x by editing it and especially George Anderson by editing and even writing parts of it. There is a tl;dr at the end if you enjoy...
It was late and I had been driving for hours through the fog and drizzle. I was in the middle of nowhere, it seemed—nothing but trees and an occasional dark house. The static on the car radio made listening to the jazz station annoying and the only other station that came in was preaching about the end of time and we better give our souls to Jesus to be save...
Moderate build-up. Hope you enjoy. ********* "Tyler! I really need your help! I'm so scared!" "Okay, calm down. What's wrong?" "I don't want to say on the phone, it's too embarrassing. Can you please just come over?" "Okay, hold on! I'm on my way." That's Claire. She's a friend. Well, a close acquaintance I guess...it's kinda complicated. But I've real...
Henry chanced a look into his mirror, supposedly checking out the flow of traffic, but in reality flagellating himself with another stolen glance at the occupants of the back seat. Aubrey Lister sat back on the leather like a king reclining on his throne, his face a picture of self-assured crapulence as he draped one arm over the shoulder of his favourite pe...
Working a post-college job at a call center for a local pizza chain empire is not the most glamorous of jobs. Especially when your primary responsibility is to listen to customers calling back after their order with some kind of complaint. Nobody wants to spend their Thursday night talking to some pissed off customer who claims to have found a dirty band-aid...