Hi folks, Yvonne here again with somebody else's story again. I got caught, not caught doing something naughty, caught writing about it. I was working on the story about Sue in the tropics on my personal laptop at work. Working on commission at a travel agency, doing personal stuff isn't a problem. I got a phone call and left my desk to get a brochure for a...
This is not a sex story but more of a revenge type story. Comments are appreciated and welcomed. It is a product of my mind, pure fiction. I don't know how much longer I will survive my betrayal of my husband, five years ago. I know there's a bullet coming with my name on it but when, where or how I don't know. I need to get this down on paper before it hap...
Please enjoy reading my submission for the 2012 Summer Lovin' Story Contest. Comments are always welcome...thanks for reading! Ella A French 75 is made from Gin, Champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. The drink was created in 1915 at the Paris landmark, Harry's New York Bar by barman Harry MacElhone. The combination was said to have such a kick that it felt li...
Mark stumbled slightly as they stepped out into the street. Three of his fraternity brothers followed behind him, talking loudly over the din of the bar they had just left. "What time is it?" Vaughn held his phone up to Mark's face. The bright LED screen showed 11:45. "They always do last call too early here. Let's go somewhere else." Vaughn spoke confident...
Hello again my friends, it's Ashli. I can't thank you enough for all of your sweet and considerate comments and I'm enjoying chatting with many of you. If this is your first experience reading one of my stories, might I suggest you read one of my earlier stories and read a little more about me. I'm unlike other writers that I'm trying to share real, but perh...
It was imperative that she find much information as she could before the night was out. This wasn't simply research for a paper; no, it was research that would reveal the truth about a great many things in her life. Once she had everything she needed, she could unveil the truth, take the bastards down. Yes, once she was able to find the evidence that proved...
The name is Marcus Pierre. A caramel-skinned, curly-haired and green-eyed young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm just a brother with a story to share. You see, although I look like an ordinary person, I'm far from it. I'm actually a superhuman. You don't get that when you look at me and I guess that's a good thing. Wouldn't want eve...
**Don't miss the rest of the series, and don't forget to vote! Thanks to destinie21 and RenzaJones for giving me their time to edit this story. As always, it's appreciated. Both authors have some really amazingly hot stories and both in my favorites. Looking for something else after this? Try them!** It was the first real day I'd had off in weeks. I w...
Thanks for the kind words regarding my first chapter. I'm still figuring out Literotica, so forgive me if the format of some of chapters might be off and the missing description for the first two. I'll be submitting the next chapter for review after this one gets approved. Before this story was written, I had literally never written anything before (I'm sure...
The first time Ernest Irving saw Elizabeth Smith was at the incline. The incline was a paved path that curved to the hilltop. A lot of students studied and sunbathed on the grassy side of the hill. Elizabeth was trying to get off her bike because the incline was too steep for her. As she swung her leg across the bike, the ankle cuff of her pants got caught o...