When Alicia got home that afternoon I was still in bed and I could hear her downstairs with Kevin as they were talking about my afternoon with my sisters' husband. They were chatting for at least a half hour when I heard Kevin get in his car and leave. I could hear Alicia coming up the stairs and I pulled the covers over my naked self. My butt was still obs...
*Author's note: this is written from the first person perspective of the character. The grammar is a deliberate contrivance. * * * * * My friend Anna invited me to go to her father's cabin on Saltspring Island BC for the week and my mom said okay cause she trusted Tom, Anna's father. It is a beautiful place that is really a house with a wonderful view of...
April 16, 2007 9pm PST "This is basically a rape story of a girl who couldn't fight back. How could you write this?" That's the question that started this response. A few years ago I wrote an FAQ and now this comes along so I figure we're due for an update. I'm not going to rehash 'Milestones' - if you haven't read it, go read it now and then get back...
I've been writing and posting stories on Literotica for over two years and I often get people asking me how I got to have such an obsession with non-consent and forced/coerced impregnation. I always refer people to the sanitized and romanticized version of my true first time story "Milestones" and then I leave it at that. One of my online penpals, Teri, co...
By the time I was twenty years old a number of things had occured in my life to more or less mess me up in the head and I had a string of years that were rather self-destructive. This is an example of one of my less-than-stellar moments. I had been twenty-one for a couple months and was doing my part to keep the profits up at the Jack Daniels distillery. M...
Alain was the French artist who had rented the family's guest house for almost ten years. Unbeknownst to her parents Cassie had been Alain's muse and inspiration for much of his art and photography. He had nursed a desire for Cassie starting when she was fourteen and her countenance changed from that of a sweet girl to one of a young woman. By the time she...
Derrick and I were married not long after college not so many years ago. He'd been pre-med and I was completing a law degree when we'd met and only a few months later we were married. Our honeymoon as abbreviated by his school obligation to volunteer (is it really 'volunteering' if it's mandatory?) at a clinic in Bolivia for the summer. While he was there, h...
Okay, it's not true and it's just a work of fiction. Don't try this at home. **************** After sixteen years of marriage and four kids I always wondered how my husband Mark viewed me. Was I still his little sex kitten? I guess after my thirty-sixth birthday I was kind of sensitive to the facts of life. Gray hairs were invading the black and gravity wa...
I was in Phoenix on another out-of-town job and I was staying at the Embassy Suites. It's my favorite hotel chain because it's consistently clean, the breakfast is time-saving and usually good and then there's the happy hour after work. Anyhow, I'd been there a few days when this one night I'm sitting down reading the paper and a man comes along and just sit...
I met John online maybe six or seven months ago and we have become very close friends over those months. At 42 he is 21 years older than I am, but we still have found so much common ground that I found myself one day realizing that I had fallen in love with him. At first it was a shock to think that I had fallen for an older and very married man, but then I...