Judy made her way to the Community Centre in a less carefree way than the previous day. Her two extremes of thought played havoc with her mood. On one hand she felt angry by Ben's uncaring attitude, while at the other extreme her mind was filled with memories of the incredibly exciting illicit sex and how she had shocked her very self by not only allowing th...
George was alone after his guests departed. He busied himself moving in and setting up. He found the set of sheets Paul Moore supplied and made the bed in the master bedroom. On the second floor he started to set up one of the rooms as an office and put his computer in that room. George made a list of more items that he needed and went on Amazon and started...
With my back turned, I stood washing dishes, listening, as Jody's silence finally broke and she started her tale. "My dad...He came home drunk one night, screaming. Mom was gone and I came out, from my bedroom to see what was wrong. He had his dick out, yelling about how he was never satisfied!" She started off, as I turned my head around in amazement. "Jo...
What the fuck? How did this happen? She was my bitch of an ex-wife, I didn't hate her but I didn't like her much either. OK, that wasn't quite true. But there is no denying that she had taken me to the fucking cleaners and wiped me from her life like a j-cloth of flash cleaner burnishing out a grimy tidemark on her enamel bath. What the fuck's going on here?...
Author's Note: First, this isn't meant to be disrespectful to Miss King or her "supposed" actions. I'm not saying it was a bad life choice, or even a dumb one; it was just one she made at the time that she felt was necessary as a means to an end. Could she have made another choice that was better? Yeah, maybe. I don't know anything about her life or the circ...
Dear Reader: I suppose most authors of Literotica stories get e-mails from people with a story they want told but feel uncomfortable telling it themselves. Usually the stories I get are mere fantasy, but on occasion I feel that perhaps the story is true. "Mona's Story" was one such example where, for a variety of reasons, I felt the writer was telling the tr...
Prologue: Sage pulled her jacket tighter around her body as she trudged her way to the parking garage from the hospital where she worked. At 21, Sage was already a Licensed Practical Nurse and was in classes to get her RN. A lot of people would say that she was very fortunate to live the life she lived: She was raised by her grandparents who loved her very...
It was the end of my Junior year at Princeton University. I had made only a few friends in those years. The University of course was full of the best and brightest from around the world. An Oklahoma farmboy myself, somehow I felt substandard to the group dynamics. I was a biology major and while I continued to get excellent grades, it was not without endle...
Just want to say thank you to all those that read my last submission and any who left comments. This next instalment of my relationship with Kira is set a few months after we started seeing each other. I hope you enjoy reading it and please feel free to comment and vote on it. Kira and I had been seeing each other for about two months, and had got to know...
I grew up in this typical Midwest blue collar city. My dad worked at the local auto plant before he died while getting dressed for work one morning while my mom worked as a waitress at one of the local diners. This was a common thread with the majority of the people in this town. All my friends had the same type of story. We all grew up in brick bungalo...