Kayla's birthday dinner went well. My mother showed up on time, dressed to the nines as usual. My dad worked for the railroad during the depression and found my mother in South Carolina. She was 100 percent southern belle, except she didn't have a lot of money. Mom and dad lived well enough to always have money for things they needed though. Dad told me once...
Allison stepped outside. The wind picked up her skirt and the drawstrings of her jacket. The weather was definitely changing. Brown and orange leaves were too wet to crunch under her shoes today, but it seemed only last week that she was shuffling across emerald lawns on her way to class. She drew up the jacket's zipper and plunged forward into the chilly br...
This sixth part of the series follows from where the last part ended. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. ***** My first thought when I awoke on my second day at the BDSM resort was that I was so looking forward to the day ahead. It is not often that I awoke looking really forward to a...
"Honey!" shouted an older woman's voice. "Yes ma'am!" replied a younger female's voice. "Could you come here for a sec?" requested the older woman. The 18-year-old female came hopping into the room after being called by her mother. "Don't hop too much honey. You don't want to give yourself black eyes," joked the mother. The mother was referring to her d...
A tale suggested in Lit. C by a fellow author in the UK who PM'd me and suggested the idea in which I have reversed one of the genders. ***** Wicksteed's Christmas at Home. "Don't do that lads, she'll be upset," cautioned Moira with a resigned, roll eyed sigh, from the dingy kitchen, preparing a Christmas free range chicken provided free by a local charit...
I want to apologize for the long wait. I'm going through a transitional period right now and also had a bit of writer's block. I know that some of you have asked for longer chapters, but they won't be long. three to four pages on Literotica is actually about 11-12 in Word. All the same, enjoy the new chapter and I'm looking forward to your constructive criti...
I slammed the phone down in disgust. My wife had done it again. She had a nasty habit of calling me at work, on my desk phone - preventing me from stepping outside, to argue or tell me off. She knew, while in my cubicle, I couldn't raise my voice or curse or make hurtful comments or any of the other things she insisted on doing from her side. It made for ver...
Britt Eagles was teetering on becoming a real slut by the time she was eighteen. * Reeking of sex one evening (she'd been active in the steamed-up parked car of the 30-plus driver), she'd kindly invited her date in for refreshments when was about to drop her off outside her home because he looked so exhausted. Her parents initially ignored them as they w...
I woke up disoriented. I was extremely confused. I wasn't totally awake at the moment. I was still half asleep. The place smelled like raunchy feet. My pole became so stiff, I felt someone gyrating on top of it. A contraction squeezed hard. I felt hot flesh over my 22 year old face. I couldn't see. Sweat dripped over my face. I started to sniff uncontrolla...
"Can you tell me how he is? Will he be alright?" Stephen was driving a bit too quickly down the road, with Grace in the passenger seat. Shortly after receiving his mother's call, they fully dressed and were out the door, making the short trip out to the hospital. "He's.. in a lot of pain," said Grace, slowly, with a fearful expression on her face. "Is he...