The fact that I feel silly walking up out of the subway wearing a kimono bothers me. I am neither a woman who feels silly nor one who dresses for the benefit of others. The present falsity of both of those facts proves that I am not, as I also believe I am, a woman who does not make mistakes. I further find error in that belief as well because today I act to...
I was a little over five hours out from my summer home on my drive to my winter residence in Sarasota when the GPS directed me to get on the Green River Parkway near Boling Green Kentucky. I remember It was overcast but a pleasant drive and I was amazed at how little traffic was on the road for a late Wednesday afternoon. Right as I crested the top of a hill...
This is a three part series that is sort of a slow build. I hope you like the characters and the story—the real sex doesn't kick in until Chapter 3. * Nothing interesting ever happens in Farston. I mean, obviously, some stuff happens, we had that big car accident a couple of years ago, and that storm last summer that caused a flood, but not much interestin...
Author's note: A special thank you to Blondiesheart for editing this for me. She suggested I post a warning to readers. This story involves an embalming scene and may not be suitable to readers with sensitive stomachs. I didn't think it needed a warning, but she's the editor. ~sigh~ Kim Campina nervously glanced at her watch noticing the time passing seemi...
I had a good childhood. Nice parents, two older sisters, plenty of friends in the neighborhood. Things changed around 10th grade. All of a sudden girls and boys were different, sex entered into the picture. For some reason, I was horrible around girls, just couldn't talk to them, relate to them. I was a brain, made perfect grades. Looking back, I was a nerd,...
Journal entry Wednesday, February 14, 1968: "Today is Valentine's day. (Happy birthday mom, you made it to 40!) It's hard to study for Friday's calculus test because I saw a beautiful girl today and I can't think about anything except her. Someone said she's a freshman transfer student from Tennessee but she looks like she should be in college. She does loo...
~ Through the Turnstile ~ It was hard to decide if the goose bumps were from the cold air or from mild trepidation. The chill was easy enough to explain: she had taken her shirt off, exposing her back. Trish had thoughtfully put a warm towel on the pad to cushion her breasts, but she was still cold. The apprehension was more complicated. She had asked Lesli...
Acknowledgement: The main theme is an inspiration of Ms Pooja Chaudhary's story: A PLEASANT VISIT. I am indebted to her. Background: This story is written against the South Asian backdrop, staged in the largest port and city of Pakistan: Karachi. Urdu is widely spoken language in Pakistan and is almost identical to Hindi spoken in India except the script. E...
This is an excerpt from part of a huge novel I'm publishing a piece at a time here at Literotica. Some readers may not be interested in a long read so I thought I'd post a few of the juicy sex scenes just to see what would happen. Here is a brief setup. Gwen Yoshimura and her lover Hawk Detrick go to the Honolulu Contemporary Museum of Art. There they meet...
Keith will get the bull whip and the fedora out again. Indiana Jones, last year, the year before, and the year before that. Not that he has any particular fondness for the films. Years ago, one of his clients invited us to their own Halloween gig and Keith had the fedora up in the closet already, don't ask me why. He bought or borrowed the rest and that's...