Wondering how I ever got roped into this charity slave auction...and judging by the outfit they have given me to wear...roped into is an àpropos statement. The cramped quarters of the make shift change room making it even more difficult and making me blush as I add the frayed ropes to my wrists. Taking a deep breath...talking myself calm, remembering the ru...
The room was small, but well furnished. There was the stereotypical psychiatric couch, a desk, a black and white poster of Sigmund Freud and one of Carl Jung stared at each other from across the room. A brace of diplomas were on the wall, and a bronze ingot lay on the desk with the name, 'Janet Ross, PhD', carved roughly into the surface. A young woman lay...
It was the autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my new hobby of bird watching. Walking along a quiet country lane near Spathford one Saturday morning, I was on the look out for Nuthatches and Tree Creepers, small birds which literally walk up tree trunks. I passed a large Oak wood, hedged off from the lane, and with my binoculars I saw so...
Chapter 9: The one with the Sexting We sat staring at the front of my duplex for a good minute. Throats were cleared, thumbs were twiddled. Jeff was either attempting to ask me to go steady or he wanted his jacket back. I wasn't giving in to either. We have a complex friendship. We've had the casual sex thing, we've had the monogamous relationship thing. He...
"Hello, there," I said to myself in the mirror. "My name is Lisa." I liked the way my face looked: round, but not fat, with greenish-blue eyes, a not-too-big snub nose, and full lips over "nice teeth." Everyone says so. I was really flying high after my first week at college. The classes, the professors, the other students—everything turned me on, the confi...
"Well fuck you then!" I screamed, slamming the door in my now ex-boyfriend's face. A mumbled, "whatever" hung in the air as Trevor clomped down the stairs of my apartment building. His footsteps faded and I stood at the door trembling as the anger subsided and tears welled up in my emerald green eyes. It took only a few moments to make the transition from s...
Author's Note: Hello readers. Before you read this story, I wanted to take a moment to explain a couple of things about it. First off, this is by far my longest story to date. It is also a story that requires a bigger suspension of disbelief than some of my other The Office stories. Let's just say that this story is not based on a specific episode and ha...
There were four of us couples that had been friends for a long time. Sometimes only two or three of the couples would get together, if someone had something else they had to do. But mostly, it was the eight of us getting together to have fun. Dancing, picnics at the beach, barbeque, dinner out, just what ever we thought might be fun, and maybe different. We...
Chapter 29 - "The Same Page" Dear Literotica Readers, My favorite comment from a reader on a recent Literotica story was, "I'm not going to read this. I'm just scrolling to the end to give it the ONE star it deserves." As someone who spends WAY too much of my time masturbating, I could only think that someone who spends his/her time putting down other writ...
I wake up when the sun hits my eyes, the light bleeding through the blinds, forming stripes on the covers. Looking over my shoulder, I see that Derek has vacated the bed and is no longer next to me. Hopefully he isn't a morning person, because I definitely am not. What a weird feeling. I can't even think of the last time I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine...