Ellie woke up in a panic the next morning, for she could tell even before she checked her phone that she'd overslept. She felt far too rested. Still exhausted, but it was certainly the longest sleep she'd experienced in recent memory. The bed was empty, and Ellie wondered if David had even spent the night at the house. After she'd refused sex, had he g...
The little piece of stationary paper seemed to taunt her. An innocuous register of starred, underlined, and highlighted dates, times, names, and tasks, bordered by pretty foil-pressed roses, it was the checklist accounting for everything Ellie needed to coordinate and execute within the next three days. And she had no idea how she would succeed. Seven...
When Ellie heard the sound of the door to her bedroom opening she kept her head down like the obedient sex slave she had become. As with every other time it happened she briefly worried it was someone other than her mistress. Chuck, or Morgan, or Casey would all be horrifying, and while if it was her husband Devon she could probably convince him she was wai...
Ava Gardenia reacted predictably on hearing first hand from Marvin about Ellie's talents. "Oh yeah, that's it baby, right there. Fuck me with your long tongue. Mmmm, don't stop now. Oh, yeah, fuck it, oh, yeah!" In bed, Gardener sounded like a sailor ashore for the first time in months. She seemed to take a perverse pleasure in telling Ellie just how much...
Ellie woke up after a night of tossing and turning, of thinking of her old bedroom and the comforts it offered. She began to cry; partly blaming her mother for driving her away; yet knowing it was her own choice in seeking the freedom to do as she wanted. "Well, I'm on my own now, for sure," she said aloud as she wiped her tears away. After counting her mo...
Ellie unlocked her front door and led Ben inside her small basement flat. This was only their second date, but he was already having an effect on her. She closed the door behind him with a firm, satisfying thud and led the way to the small lounge at the back of the flat. There was only one sofa and that was covered in baskets of washing, some clean some no...
Ellie, a cute bubbly curvy brunette lounged relaxed on her couch, blanket pulled up over her legs to cover the shorts she wore under her black tank top. Not because it was cold but because she always felt a little self conscious around Lena at times like this. Which was really silly given that they had been friends for years. More than just friends really. W...
Continues from Chapter one - The discipline of Art. ****** Ellie was desperate to be home, and walking quickly she was pleased as the house came into view. She had barely survived the day. The day had been filled with lectures, and for some reason every teacher wanted a word with her afterwards, or she bumped into some one who hadn't seen her in ages and...
Hello, this is my first attempt at writing literotica, and I welcome your input. I would especially like to thank "SusanJillParker" for inspiring me through her great writings. The following is an amalgam of fact and fiction from my mischievous mind and chance encounters, so I hope that you enjoy! * My name is Kevin, and I am hopelessly obsessed with olde...
Tabby was laughing at Charlie's joke, while Ellie mixed another drink at the small bar in his loft. It was a lush, comfortable place with large, cushy chairs and a great soft monster of a sofa. The fireplace crackled in the background, nearly drowned out by the music of the Indigo Girls, who strummed and sang from the stereo. Ellie looked Charlie over, and s...