Many afternoons Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches or along the wall of the large circular fountain sending splashing rainbows of water into the air. This day, h...
"This is fucking bullshit," I hissed. "Who the fuck does she think she is? Fucking getting all up in my face and talking to me like that. If only I hadn't blown out my knee. Where the hell would I be right now?" I shook my head as I looked at the road and the green light at the intersection. "Fuck me," I hissed. I glanced to the left and saw the headlights...
I still drive by our old place sometimes. The house is still there, although it is empty and crumbling. There are still no close neighbors. Whoever the owners are now don't mow, so the lot is overgrown with weeds and grass. I'll pull up in the driveway and get out of the car, but I don't usually go farther. I cannot tell you exactly why. Maybe it's out of re...
Italics are in use for word emphasis and song titles. Three spaced dots . . . indicate the character's hesitation, reluctance, or a brain fart and can't think of the words. Three spaced dots at the end of a sentence indicates an unfinished or interrupted sentence. This is my first submission to Literotica. The seed of inspiration for this story came to me a...
I have made this trip so many times I probably could have set my truck on autopilot and still made it up here in one piece, but this trip was different. It normally only took me a couple of hours. This time, however, I had to stop, fill my truck up with gas, and shop for a few other items on my way. It wasn't a planned trip. We already had three snowfalls...
This story was co-written by MarshAlien and tickledkitty and is our entry for the 2008 Valentine's Day Story Contest. We hope you enjoy it and welcome feedback. Please don't forget to vote! * "I'll tell you what really frosts my cookies. We're out there 24/7, 365 days a year, busting our cherubic little butts, and we get into December and it's all Santa Cl...
Jake was waiting for his wife, Hannah, to get ready. She was primping up since they were going out for dinner to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary. He is thirty five years old and she is thirty two. They were staying the night at a nice hotel in downtown and had checked in late afternoon. Tonight their two young children are staying with Hannah's par...
Well, folks, this is my most ambitious chapter to date. I know this has been a long time coming, (sorry) but editing, proofing, rewriting, and the sheer size has slowed things down a bit. Needless to say, the muse has been giving me a workout, and I hope it was worth the wait. As always, I refuse to be politically correct, so if any of my conservative libert...
"Murph really likes you, Tom," Bethany said softly while we walked hand-in-hand to her car. "He seems like a very nice guy," I answered. "And he obviously thinks the world of you, too." "He's a good judge of character," Bethany said as we approached her car. "Humble much?" I chided her laughingly. "I meant yours!" she responded with a good-natured punch...
Okay folks, it is finally here; chapter six has arrived! It only took me nearly six months to write it (which, unfortunately, included some severe procrastination on my part). I would like to thank all the fans who wrote me asking for and helping motivate me to finish this chapter. I would also like to personally thank immortalman18 and malaknight1818 for re...