This is my first attempt at literotica so be gentle. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Give me your thoughts in the comments. Thank you David for patiently editing my baby grammar mistakes. I should have paid more attention in my English class instead of ogling at this girl. ***** The anchor was asking me to play another one of my songs again. R...
Jamie was sitting in the closet of his neighbor, Nicole. He'd always kind of had a crush on her, but she rejected him. As an alternative, he spent many days coming up with ways to creep on her. His latest plan was to hide in her bathroom while she was in a different room and wait until she took a shower so he could see her naked. It was risky, but the plan...
I know it is very old stoy, but I read it now and wanted to write my continuation on story 'Something we need to talk about' by nici. If you think it was waste of time writing on that old story no need to read it, ignore it. Dont be to harsh while judging. No Sex. Jonathan sitting there on chair thinking about what lawyer had said to him. He was in dilemm...
"Oh my God !" The woman who had yelled those words didn't look like a troublemaker. When she had entered this grocery store a few minutes earlier, she looked like your average conservative housewife in her early fourties. When she had noticed that creep staring at her breasts while licking his lips, she had told him firmly to leave her alone. Then,...
Nicole knew this was a crazy idea. But, she ventured in anyway. She could always just look around and leave if she felt uncomfortable. She had been to this particular adult shop several times before with her exboyfriend, an older man eighteen years her senior. They had started dating or really just fucking, when she was just 18 and he was 41. Roger had expos...
© 2011 All rights reserved Author's note: Here's my story for the Winter Holidays contest. I hope you enjoy it, and votes and feedback are welcome and appreciated. Thanks to LettersfromTatyana, MugsyB and Annanova and my husband for encouragement and beta reading. ================================== Joe Naylor stared at the department store display. "I can...
She stares nervously at the number on the door: 437. Fighting her instincts, her urge to cut and run, her hand reaches up and swiftly raps on the wood. Immediately it opens, as if he were waiting on the other side, equally anxious of their first meeting. Her eyes lock on his beautiful brown ones, his handsome olive complexion, his black hair sprinkled with a...
We would start the night again all dressed up and out to dinner, somewhere nice, maybe a nice Italian, but half way through the meal, I would pass you a bag, and a note. You have to go to the restroom and put on the contents of the bag, and as you return you are to pass me your panties underneath the table. You go to the restroom and find a beautiful silk g...
Ria Ria. 22 is of Indian heritage and has a Masters in finance. She has a flawless pale brown complexion and is tall with long graceful limbs and a proud owner of a swimmers body. Slightly flat chested but it suits. Her oval face has a delicate nose and the largest eyes with deepest-darkest pupils. Always dresses well in figure hugging dresses or short skirt...
© 2017 by Thrillerauthor CHICAGO 1988 The middle-aged woman glanced at the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. Her brown pencil skirt just covered her knees, above still-shapely legs shimmering in sheer nylon stockings. The neck of her patterned blouse was graced by a triple strand of pearls, and the brown jacket which matched her skirt com...