Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture * "What's the matter Jessie? Where's your little friend?" Gale asked the girl who was eating along at the lunchroom table. "Come on Gale," I urged, nudging her in the ribs with my lunch try. "Let's go." Hey, I'm not going to pretend that...
-FROM "NIGHTWATCHES"- ... Sometimes, for those who make a living in the hours when you are asleep, there comes, towards the end of a watch or shift, an errant image from the depths of the past and their psyche. Images built on bits of memory or snatches of an old song - Jungian archetypes or " a bit of undigested gristle". One that comes to me is the image...
There was a conference room in the office building where every week Devlin would meet with his senior staff, the so-called Three Merry Wenches. That was the theory. In practice, Devlin hated meetings and, as a consequence, the furniture was as cheap as he could get away with—a plywood conference table in three sections and the kind of mass-produced chairs yo...
Her name was Sparkling Mist, but everybody just called her Misty. By the time I met her in American History as a senior at Waverly High she had already been voted most popular everything there. In fact, it was that first day for me at Waverly, when after dropping my pencil, and reaching down to pick it up, I looked towards the back of the class right up her...
Thanks are due to '3113', who, despite a heavy workload, offered thoughtful, intelligent advice and comments. Bless you, thirteen, whoever you really are. * Literotica specializes in erotic stories. OK, we all know that. So obviously, sexual union and communication is high on the theme list, and one of the things people often do when they communicate sexua...
Chapter 3 -- The Box "I have no idea what the Memorial Cup is, but I'd love to go" I said to Jane over the phone. I was off for a couple weeks, not on the flying schedule, mainly so I could spend some time with my kids as school ended for the year. This was perfect, as the time around Memorial Day was also when Jane would have a couple weeks of her own off....
Good golly my feet hurt. I paused at the back door to our house and pulled my shoes off. I had taken an older couple on what seemed like a tour of every last house listed by the realty company that employs me. I, silly woman that I was, had not expected this and had worn two inch heels to the office today. So after walking through what seemed like three doze...
Thanks luvtaread for editing Brandon awoke the following afternoon still a bit tired and noting the angle of the sun, felt it foolish to start out this late. So he decided to go the next day. As he readied and supplied the raft for his departure the next day he seriously considered going back to the cave, but he could not face it. He knew if he went back th...
AUTHORS NOTE: ATFER READING HUNDRED OF STORIES ON THE NET ABOUT UNFAITHFUL WIVES WHO GET SEXUAL PLEASURE FROM SOME BIG COCKED STUD AND LAUGHED WHEN THEIR HUSBAND FINDS OUT, THEN CARRY ON WITH THEIR NEW LOVER. HERE’S A STORY ABOUT WHAT PROBALLY WOULD HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. HOPE YOU ENJOY! WARNING! THIS IS AN ADULT STORY WITH A SEXUAL THEME! DO NOT READ IF YOU...
Chapter Ten: Back in Baby's Hand The foot long stem buried in my butt kept me on my toes. I found myself alone with Ms. Handlesmen, in her office. I was standing to her left, at the corner of her desk, looking at the wall in front of me. I blended in with one of her pictures, as she pored over business reports and signed documents, acting as though I wasn'...