A guy and a girl share a studio apartment. I'd been apartment hunting in a half-hearted way for a couple of weeks without any luck. So now I had to go at it more seriously. I took the afternoon off and looked at five places. The last one was only a studio, but it was in a pretty good location, just three blocks from work. A girl had come to see it too, and...
We spent almost all of January getting the house ready to sell. In my mind I had begun calling it Faith's House. It seemed to make leaving it easier. We gave all of Faith's clothes and things to Goodwill, as well as some household goods, like our bed. We went to Cambria every weekend. By the end of the month two things were sure: Our house was on the market...
Jack Slade was the man all women wanted. He was tall, lean, and muscular, with an ass that fit a pair of jeans in a way that made women wet for miles. As the lead singer of an up and coming rock band, Jack seduced his audience with a voice that could shift from high pitched and sweet, to low and seductive, to hard all in one breath. With longish black hair...
Discovering Something New About Herself Laurie lay in bed with the covers pulled tightly up under her chin. She was in 'one of her moods' as her friends might say, but she didn't care what others thought. Daniel had broken up with her, or at least she thought he had. The text had read "We need to see other people," and she knew what that meant. It was relat...
I heard the chime, a soft bong that let me know I was needed at the door. It was Friday night, and we had a good crowd. I caught my bartenders' eye and motioned towards the door. It usually took two of us to keep up on the weekend, but this wouldn't take long. It was probably an invited guest, arriving late. I'd verify they were on the list, let them into t...
This is an entry in the 2012 Literotica.Com Winter Holiday Contest. © Copyright LesLumens. If found elsewhere with this note, this story is posted without permission. **** Autumn looked out the window into the season that was her namesake, twirled a finger through a curl in her long brunette hair, and sighed. The final leaves falling from the maple tr...
I saw her sitting on the bench near the boat ramp. She was watching the shore birds feed in the shallow water. She was quite lovely and caught my attention right away. I backed my boat down the ramp and launched it. Being by my self it meant that I had to back down until the boat was just about to float off. Then I put my truck in park with the parking bra...
Clearly, Great-Uncle Colin had loved to write which was not so surprising when one considered that, when diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor, he was the managing editor of a national newspaper on Fleet Street. The end, when it came, was quick and painless and later his will revealed that he had left all his personal papers to me. There were drafts of t...
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Chairman Erik Gruber closed the videoconference and made a few calls. Twenty minutes later, he had the jet being spun up, a flight plan filed, and a squad of four Council enforcers meeting him at the plane. He sat back in his chair, thinking of what he would say before he opened the contacts list on his phone. He used to know the phone numbers of the twelve...