Dear Dora, Men are constantly coming on to me, and it is driving me crazy! I know it's hard to judge one's own looks and behavior objectively. I believe I am a reasonably attractive young woman, but no more so than the next girl. I try to dress professionally but modestly, and I try to act politely but without giving off "signals" to the men and boys aroun...
When I graduated art school I decided to go out on my own. I was going to try and paint portraits for a living. I knew I would probably starve to death but I had to try. If I wasn't successful I would end up doing corporate art. I found myself a large, cheap loft and I set up my studio. This place had a bathroom with a shower if I wanted to stay over some ni...
PLEASE DO NOT ACCUSE ME OF PLAGIARIZING THIS STORY. It is one I wrote several years ago and have posted on another site under a different pen name, but I assure you, the author is non-other than myself. Written for James, my brave friend who has spent his entire life in a wheelchair. It is to him I dedicate this story of love and courage. I hope you enjoy...
She moved another step closer to Swift who was now sitting up in the bed. ***************** She must be Mary Chambers, Swift thought. The front desk had called to say that she was on her way up. And she was moving towards him. Swift was going to try to stop her advance, but before he could get his hands out from under the blanket (where he had been busy pl...
Let me say this is my first attempt at writing for Literotica and after several starts I find this is a lot harder than I thought. If this were on paper rather than on a computer I am sure there would be a heap of paper in my trash can. After reading this some of you may think it belongs in a trash can any way. But so be it here goes. This story is part trut...
The weathered grey stone of this chapel is married to the grey hillside like a blade to its handle; I, I have been priest of this chapel for thirty years; I grow as weathered and gray as the hillside and the chapel and the walls of grey cloud which surround it. The weeks pass in peace, until my flock visit me on Sundays for a brief, climactic hour and then l...
Hi, this is my first time attempt at writing, so please be gentle! This story is an excerpt of a larger story that I haven't written yet. Ideas are still swirling around for what happens before and after this part, but this section came to me so definitely that I had to type it up and get it out of my head. I hope you enjoy! :) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx...
"I'm off, Mum. I'm spending some time at the beach. Going to work on my tan a bit." "OK, love. Have fun, but watch the sun-bathing. You can get burnt, you know." "You worry too much. I'll take care. Bye." Heather headed out the door. She had the weekend free. No work. No current boyfriend to worry about. Just her and the beach and any friends she might ru...
The year was 1972. It was the sexual revolution all over America. On college campuses, sex was everywhere. There was no fear of disease because anything could be cured with a painful shot and a supply of antibiotics. People passed each other, eyes met, and they went home together. Jane's housemates were no different. A few had steady boyfriends, but mostly...
With only several days to my daughter Jen's 19th birthday, as one of her presents, her mother and her went shopping for the day. Since this ways going o be a girls shopping trip I stayed home to work around the house. They planned to be gone for the entire day. As I sat on the back deck finishing my coffee, Mary, one of Jen's best friends, came up to the dec...