Clementine was in the kitchen of 'M's house preparing some afternoon coffee. She was dressed in early 1950's style with a patterned circle skirt and sheer blouse over a slip, bra, garter belt and vintage stockings with nice shiny black leather open-toe pumps. She wore no makeup except for some lipstick and her jewelry was limited to some tasteful dangly earr...
Clementine was quite eager to see 'M' again at his house. Their time together at the office was so impersonal, no-one there could have guessed that Clementine had any type of off-hours relationship with "the boss!" Clementine rang 'M's doorbell and he quickly opened the door and let her inside. At first he did his usual (what she called "inspection") routin...
(A usual, this was made possible by Aquagal who started the idea, MagicalHands and SpicySouthernBelle who read it through for me and Aqua's sister in plotting, fungatorgurl) Greg was just getting home from the pizza place when his cell phone went off. He lived on his own now since his seduction at the hands of Anne Marie. Her pure passion seemed to open hi...
Author's Note: As with many of my short stories, I had a bit of a time deciding what category to place it in. I ended up deciding that that location setting of the North Pole and the two main characters being a Christmas Elf and a Reindeer shifter meant it was a Paranormal Fantasty story, but it is also an insta-love romance with a HEA. There is also anal pl...
Clementine & Jerome She laid in bed starring at the ceiling. He'd been gone for 2 days and her body ached for him. Of course, that wasn't the only thing she missed, but at that moment, lying awake in their bed, that's all she could think about. Jerome had left on a business trip to Ottawa, he had meetings with several investors for his new company, Bet...
He called her his little blossom. Clementine was a delicate and pretty little thing completely unsuited to be the wife of a serious young man with an eye on a career in the city but she had a shapely figure with a plump bosom and a tiny waist, and such an endearing way of looking up at him as if he were the only man in the world worthy of the title, that Nic...
Hey I'm New to Literotica , This is my first time writing so give me a break...lol But all productive criticize is welcomed. Clementine Rose She woke up suddenly; covered in sweat she sat up straight in her bed looked around her dark small bedroom everything was where she had left it and nothing looked out of place. These dreams would be the death of h...
Mrs Boroclough lived alone, but her house was the biggest in Peasmarsh. It had tall windows with ornate guards, and a polished copper plate fixed on the wrought-iron gate engraved with her name - as if everyone for fifty miles around didn't know who she was. It was far too big for a widow-woman who's children had grown-up and departed, but she insisted that...
(My thanks goes to Aquagal for giving me the initial idea for this story.) Anne Marie stirred first. She slowly rose from her bed where Greg slept and slipped on a rose colored robe. As she tied it around her waist, she felt a sense of panic. She turned back and saw his form there lying on his back partially covered by the bed sheet. The sight of him in...
The gunshot echoed across the prairie. I looked down at poor Whiskey as I slowly reloaded my Peacemaker. He was a good horse and his death was on me. Well, me and the damned rattlesnake that spooked him. I was half asleep in the saddle and noticed the rattler at about the same time as Whiskey. The old boy reared and threw me, which was embarrassing enough f...