The radio clicked on. His eyes slowly peeled open. Charlie was cuddled at his side, under his arm. "Wake up. You have to go to school. It's an important day," he said, nudging her gently. "I don't want to go," she mumbled. Her leg moved up his thigh. He nudged her again. "Wake up, little one. You got a busy day today." "I'm not little, anymore," she mum...
For a few minutes after we are alone in your van, there is an awkward silence. You find yourself both amused and slightly bewildered at the way you have been manipulated into making this drive to Ann Arbor so late on a Saturday night. On my side, I am coming down from the high of my success in getting you here, and beginning to wonder what comes next. To co...
(Author's Note: It's funny, my specialty is erotic horror, yet I haven't post much of that here. Sorry everyone but most of that is too much horror, and not enough sex for Literotica. I thought I should post something, given the season and then looking across my library came across this gem. Eden fantasized herself a vampire as a way to deal with the trauma...
It was five forty-five when they pulled into one of those squat, L-shaped sleep-overs off Route 32, a few miles out of the heart of town. There were only two other cars there and they made the man's tired old Lincoln look decent by comparison: an ancient pick-up that was half covered in dirt, and a fairly new Japanese econobox with a dummy tire on the back a...
Tiger moms are mothers of children in the U.S. of Chinese and Indian ethnicity who relentlessly drive their children to greater and greater achievement. The term is of very recent origin but Tiger moms have been in existence for decades. Rupa's body language was clear in spite of her assumed casualness—she was about to repeat a request. "Ma." "Yes, Rupa?...
This happened before I was married. It was about twenty years ago and I was twenty-five at the time. Young with long, blonde hair and blue eyes, I was free, available, rather promiscuous and on holiday in Greece. I worked for a travel firm and occasionally two or three of my colleagues and I would get these freebies, regrettably not together. All we had to...
Marija gets up so early the next morning that the stars are still in the sky. The first thing she thinks of is Ari and the night before, and the next thing she thinks of is that he's gone—her bed is empty. The guilt she was prepared to feel is replaced by shame and anger as she remembers her wanton behavior of last night and wonders whether she's scared him...
It was Saturday, September 8th when Ted Watson drove up to his cabin at the end of the hollow. He had just taken early retirement at age 55. He was divorced, financially comfortable, and now able to pursue his hobbies of hunting and fishing all year round. Ted walked toward his cabin and noticed that something was not right. The porch furniture was positione...
Dick Larson, Private Detective, had lived a lot and worked a little in Liverpool since 1984. He had moved there soon after finishing college in Salford where he scraped a second in criminology and a first in pub culture. At the time he had used some of the criminology and psychology skills that he learned and also applied some of his own logical reasoning t...
It was Tuesday evening. David filled the dishwasher and cleared the table after the meal Jessica cooked. Jessica poured herself another glass of wine and returned to her crossword, thinking a break from it during dinner may give her some fresh ideas. 'No,' Jessica thought, 'nothing worked.' Frustrated, she finished the glass of wine and decided to take a sho...