“You’re drinking your life away.” Allan Ranker tried with out success to pull his best friend, Michael Verona, out of his self inflicted hell. Six months ago Michael had been a budding musician with the world at his feet. Today he was bordering agoraphobia, drinking like a fish, and wasting his talent writing love poems for pretentious self centered woman th...
Sally and I met in a lab course with a bad reputation that was a pre-requisite in both of our majors. After discovering we could do the work and get A's on the midterms, we had a couple of more relaxed study dates. After walking her back to her dorm, I got a warm thank you kiss but nothing more. I asked myself if I was chasing a forlorn hope. Maybe she didn...
Those who have not read Chapters 1-3 should do so for the first parts of this story, as well as for background information. Chapter 2 is now fixed, and entitled "Ch 02". Thanks, Literotica guys! For readers who might be interested in this plotline, many answers can be found in this chapter. But there IS sex in here, and more twists to come, so keep reading!...
Chapter 1 The matter-of-fact remark left me stunned. Sure, I knew that the girls at the office found me attractive, because that was part of the territory of being single. Plenty of these women were married or just recently divorced, but that didn't stop them from looking. Anyway, the statement in question affected me, although I've grown accustomed to bei...
When Steve Taylor went into the bedroom, he was surprised to see his wife, Barbara, was already in bed, seeing as he was usually first in. She smiled as he climbed in, intending to read, but she stopped him. "I want to talk," she said, turning off the bedside lamp. "What about?" he replied, but he turned his light off too, laying down beside her. "My af...
For Jason. I am lying. I am lying to my husband, because he doesn't know I'm here, and I am lying because I am lying prone--no, supine--on this bed, this marvelous bed that has been made just for me. Geoff is lying next to me on his side, with his head resting on his curled bicep, and he's watching me. It's just about all I can do not to crawl under the b...
Author's note: Although ratings are nice, nothing beats a comment or two about what you liked or disliked about a story. Please take a moment to leave one. Thank you. * Summer 1970 Kirby McAllister let out a heavy breath as he rolled the last of the heavy metal garbage cans back into the apartment house's fenced-in storage area, making sure that the matc...
An average looking man sat at the edge of the party. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, but nothing made him stand out. He wore a three-piece suit and just sat quietly at the edge of the activities, scanning his tablet. The party was a joint wedding rehearsal dinner/dance, with one couple being Gary Harris and Belinda Cummings. Gary was roughly six feet one,...
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner. ***** I don't remember a time I slept so well. I could...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...