I am Sam Morton and my junior year of college has at last ended. I have a few weeks until the summer term begins. Someday I hope to make something of my life, but for now, I have not. I am a tall slim geeky nerd and my skin is pale white. My arms often have that strange tan line where my shirtsleeves end, trucker arms they call it. The community pool has ju...
"Hey Stan," Jeff says, as I answer the phone. Hearing Jeff's voice on the phone is as if it has not been ten years since we last spoke. By the end of the conversation, we have agreed to meet at his new cabin on Lake Roland. - The car hugs the twisting road as I near the summit of the low mountains. My fingers drum the leather-covered steering wheel to the...
This was a story that I got inspiration for as of recent. Let me know how you all like it. This is first real story that I am attempting outside of the "Science Fiction" world that we have going on here at Literotica. I hope that everyone likes it. Comment please! My apologies ahead of time for my writing style… the story is going to start off slow at first...
Marcy had auditioned to dance at the Brass Pole a few months after the amputation of her left leg, and Candice had agreed she could have a month to show she could find an audience. After practicing and trying to develop new routines she realized it just wasn't possible to be as erotic and fluid as before the amputation. "Candice, I'm sorry," Marcy said. "I...
The weekend went by way to quick in both mine, and Kasey's opinions. It was the most amazing weekend I had ever spent. We lazed around the whole time, in each other's arms. I got more and more used to my crutches every day. Monday morning, we both got up early and Kasey took me home so I could get ready for school. I showered, taking special precautions not...
Kaye had never been inside a porn theater before. She couldn't get any of her girlfriends to go with her, so she (in a rather half-assed attempt at bravery) decided to wing it alone. Thirty-two years old, she was a tiny woman in a sea of tall Americans. She was 5'4", 120 pounds with long dark brown hair and light brown skin. Most guys wouldn't figure her fo...
The cold Wyoming wind swept across the brazen prairie and deep into his heart. He lifted his face to the gathering Night. It was that time again. Two nights later he returned home, limping and bruised to his core. How had Grandfather described it? A pain of the soul, not of the body. Sometime after the Night he’d tangled with something tougher than he was....
CHAPTER 1: A Dance and a Song Josiah Langer looked around the VFW hall. Older people sat at cafeteria tables, talking over the music which was just a bit too loud. There were pitchers of beer or Coke and baskets of potato chips and pretzels about. Lots of younger children were running here and there. One girl looked about his age, and he didn't want to loo...
The word that describes my life best - fucked. Every time I try to sort out the good parts from the bad, I always come to the same conclusion. My husband left me almost a year ago. Married years, thank god there were no children. I'd won in the divorce, but I have to work still. I love my job though. I'd stood on the bridge several other times, usually lat...
Sandra stood on the dock extending out over Lake Alexander watching the sunrise though the morning fog. Her crutches rested gently under each arm, a short tee shirt covered her upper body to just below her otherwise bare breasts, and a small thong of a bikini bottom hid little, and the legless left hip was smoothly shaped as she had always dreamed it should...