The maiden sits alone in her quarters, lonely and lost with her beloved knight so far away at war. She does not think of his danger tonight, but only of how much she misses him. Misses his smile, his warm hands and strong arms. She aches inside to feel his touch again and whispers to him through the distance. “I read your magnificent love letters, and belie...
Six months had passed since I had met Nikki. We had settled into a comfortable routine that was anything but routine. We became that couple you love to hate. The ones always out together, always attached at the hip, and always happy. Our friends missed our company when we were weren't there, and hated our guts when we were there. They always wondered why w...
This is just a fantasy and did not happen. Feedback very welcome. ***** There comes a point in your life when you look back at your mistakes and look to the future and what you want to make you happy. After a failed marriage and many failed relationships. I was doing just that, looking seriously at how I could make my future happier. For a few years I had...
Karen looked down at her watch for the third time in less than 20 minutes. It was small but larger than a ladies' watch, with a dark green dial and hands that glowed. The watch took her forever to find. Karen did not want a ladies' watch. She did not want a heavy watch a foot in diameter with huge hands. She saw girls wear watches that made Karen think of L...
Gretchen and I met through her work. She was employed by a religious organization in a right to work state. We developed a good friendship, and eventually, she asked if I'd like to meet her for lunch one day. When we met, was already seated and waiting on me. She quietly advised me that what was in her frosted water glass was not water. I took the glass and...
To: A.M. From: "TonyZee" Subject: Re: Re: Literotica Feedback Dear A.M., I am not in the habit, because I have not had a great deal of interest, in corresponding with Literotica readers who write me—good, bad, or indifferent—about the meager stories I've contributed to the site. My intent has never been to "meet" someone through my stories—hence me pseud...
This story is loosely the second chapter of An Artist and Her Muse. "Come on then, Nick." I flinched a little as my bare back pressed against the cool wall of the studio. Nick stood in front of me, a knowing smile on his handsome face. That smile told me that he knew what I wanted. My nakedness no doubt confirmed it for him. The fact that our usual state...
Hello. My name is Becky. I'm a thirty-nine-year-old teacher of English, and I'm delighted to testify on the subject of open marriage. It wasn't my mother's bag; but as I matured, my friends and their standards helped me evolve--not revolt--from my Quaker heritage. Actually, in boarding school my sexuality had raged, frustrated and confused, in my petite body...
She watched him stride in, strong and confident. It had been a while since she had seen his face, his movement. Nothing now spoke of the boy she'd had those five months ago. Walking toward her was not the pliable submissive she had watched grow under her teaching hand, he was now was just a man. She wondered what had made him so estranged to her after they h...
(Author's Note; Though the story is complete within itself it is a sequel to Silver Buckles if you want to read that story.) * The tinny bell echoed in the crowded interior as the young couple entered the shop and gasped at the goods they saw stocked on the shelves or on offer. The air seemed to be filled with the musty smell of dust, old polish and beneat...