Don and Laurie finished showering after their first match, dressed, and made their way to the ring area. Drake was talking to a couple seated at the front table. The man looked to be in his late fifties while the woman looked to be mid to late thirtyish. The couple stood as they saw the newest addition to Drake's stable of wrestlers approach. Drake turned an...
ONE — Open your eyes, Allie. His voice was so far away. I felt I was underwater and he was somewhere on the surface, reaching down to me. I needed all of my strength to swim back to him, back toward the light, out of the warm current that was pulling me down and in, deeper, down and into myself. I needed more than strength; I didn't want to surface....
It was a spur of the moment decision to meet at the Marriott Hotel. I suggested we meet right after work, but not to check into a room like most normal people to sleep for the night, nor like the people who are hot and bothered and looking to fuck each other's brains out for a bit. No, I had another idea altogether. From many previous stays in the hotel I re...
Laurie and Don had been living the life most young couples could only dream about. Travelling the world vacationing in the most exotic locations the world had to offer, dining in the world's finest restaurants, and just living a care free life for the most part, the young couple had no thoughts of saving for the future. Don was a pilot for one of the more su...
I was dreaming... I was standing in the corner of my room, deep in the shadows, watching myself sleep. My corner self was breathing very heavy. I wanted the me in the bed to wake up. This was weird, I knew it was weird, but the me in bed was sleeping soundly. I wanted to scream but I could not. I wanted to run from the corner and jump back into the me in be...
We hadn't seen each other in months and the sexual frustration was palpable as we rushed through the airport in search of the exit for hotel shuttles. We undressed each other with our eyes and held a lengthy, silent conversation that said we each had plans for how the night would unfold; I was quite certain that our thoughts ran in similar tracks. He'd gott...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
"You don't want to play that old game, do you," Darren protested to Barbara? "Why not," she replied? "I've never played a real arcade game before." Barbara jiggled the joystick in her hand as she admired the vintage console, tucked back into a dark corner of the dingy pub. "You don't see these things, anymore," she said with an expression of reverence. "...
It took slave some time to become used to the idea that “John” no longer existed. He couldn’t even remember the last time any mail came in his name, or for that matter, the last time he saw mail. There hadn’t been a phone in the house for months. Mistress had successfully isolated him from everyone. Being stuck in the house seemed to be breaking his spirit,...
The thing is, I had noticed her three times already that day, standing among a group of suburban soccer moms in a tiger-print bikini and big sunglasses and more gold jewelry than necessary for a day at the water park. But these women were there to soak up the sun and look good, and while I had checked them all out it was the tiger-print blonde I kept coming...