The sound of my door bell woke me from a restless sleep. Grabbing my favorite white terry cloth bath robe I half stumbled to the window. Barry's car was parked at the curb. I tied my robe closed over my flannel PJ's and slowly walked down the stairs. "Were you still in bed?" Barry asked as I opened the door. "Good morning to you too." I snapped back at him...
When I woke up the next morning, Bela's side of the bed was empty. I got up and went to the kitchen and saw her dressed in a sari. Which was a surprise, since she had pretty much stopped wearing any clothes around the house recently. I went close to her and hugged her and kissed her. She kissed me back very cursorily, and her face looked worn down with worry...
I arrived home from Sam's place about seven o'clock. Barry's E Class was parked in the garage and as I pulled the Benz in beside his vehicle I thought about leaving my shopping bags in the trunk. I wasn't sure I wanted to get into a discussion about my shopping habits tonight. Stepping into the kitchen I noticed the light was on in the den. Walking to the...
I slept til noon the morning after Barry and I had made love during the fourth quarter. Slipping into my fluffy white robe I made my way to the kitchen. "Morning Margaret." Barry said not even lifting his eyes from the sports section. "Good morning Barry." I replied. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from him. I let my robe f...
The world seemed in never ending turmoil as the decade of the 60's drew to a close. Vietnam was an ongoing war and the peace movement was in full swing. Woodstock was fresh in everyone's memory having provided our generation with the hope that as we graduated high school we could actually affect change in a world of unchanging politicians and nineteenth-cent...
Pure Fiction. Many thanks to my editor Windy Swimming, who went way above and beyond on this one. ***** I roused myself from my torpor, realizing that I had just been staring at the hotel room wall. I had checked in a bit earlier after spending the day flying cross-country. I had unpacked, then blanked out, just waiting until time to get dinner. Well, it w...
I first saw her as she walked into a small sidewalk bistro in front of my hotel on Ipanema Beach. "Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema comes softly, and when she passes, each one she passes, goes "Ahhhh..." Except for the tall part, Gabriella was all of that. And more. I was in Rio de Janeiro for two nights before turning around on the...
1. In the writers forum of Literotica, there was at least one complaint that no one ever wrote a story about ordinary people. Here is my attempt. All persons, usernames, and internet sites in "John and Joan" are completely fictional and any similarities to any persons or sites living or dead is completely coincidental. *** John arrived home from the offi...
In 1985, most universities and all Catholic universities were conservative. Eddie and Brenda were freshmen at a Catholic university where several dilapidated three and four story brick buildings housed the men. One large high-rise dormitory housed all first year women. The ground floor doors of the Mens' dormitories featured inoperable locks, and even when t...
"Do we really want to let go of another opportunity?" Tim asked, following her. The magnetism he was exuding was becoming more than she thought she could resist. The problem was, she really did want to go with him. But did she dare? It was just dinner with an old friend. And it was Tim Lawrence. How many more times could she use that justification? Did she...