Let's get this out of the way right off. I'm a cheating, asshat, bastard. There is no other way to put it so don't bother with the lame comments telling me what I already know after you read this. I have no redeeming qualities after what I did. I used to be married; you'll soon see why I'm not anymore. In my defense, and maybe the men that read this will ag...
Sarah and I usually went shopping together on Wednesdays, not for anything in particular, and usually not for me. I would normally stand there as she went through half the store trying things on. But today she picked out a few things for me. Some of it, I flatly refused to consider, but the beige skirt was nice, it came to just above my knees, and flared out...
If it hadn't been for that chair, I probably would never have dared to do what I did. It was a perfect chair. It was large and heavy. It was wide and shallow... My wife was a lawyer at a high powered law firm. She made four times my income. Some of my friends wondered how I felt about that. It was cool. Hell, I had a lot more money available to me than I co...
Rose had been working at his house for three weeks before she ever saw him. She'd gotten warnings from his estate manage, Lynnette, about how to conduct herself. "Ryan's very laid-back," Lynnette said, disapproval ringing from her tone. "It's up to you to behave professionally." She had already long since gleaned that Lynnette wanted the Harleighs to beha...
It was late eighties, 1989 to be precise. I was in my final year of School of Architecture. I used to stay in a small rented house close to the university. The house belonged to a friend of my dad, so the rent was more than reasonable. I was working at a architecture firm part time and at the end of the day, I had enough money to buy books, eat and watch a m...
Copyright © 2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: There is no sex in this story. This is a short flash story about a cheating husband. There is no real character bui...
His very first words, and gestures were identical to her dream. It was as they say, unnerving and yet, she was immediately intrigued, both by the man and by the happenstance. The phenomena of Déjà vu, is not unheard of but the reasons and theories of why it happens vary. Angela herself had read of these types of things and many dozens of theories had been p...
Eric snapped awake. His head was foggy around the edges from drinking the night before. They shouldn't keep doing that over and over. He squinted at the clock. 8:07 glowed at him. Sunlight was forcing its way around the bedroom windows' heavy curtains. Eric stuck a foot out from under the warm blankets testing the temp. Finally, no cold toes. The weather too...
Something a little different. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. John Prine: "And I dream of her always, even when I don't dream. Her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream." = = = = Nothing like the first day of spring to buoy your spirits. My...
The year is 2020, it is May 16th, a writer, Mr. Lindstrum, is being interviewed on the occasion of his 80th birthday. "Good morning Mr. Lindstrum, and a happy 80th birthday. I'm Jack TavernIs. I'm here to interview you Sir, for the New York Reader's Guide and Channel 7's Biography series." "Oh yes, come in, Jack, but my birthday was yesterday, not that it...