Hello there. Come right on in. I hope you don't mind my nightgown and me talking to you here from my bed. No! Don't you go getting the wrong idea! My name is Mary Margaret Hawthorne and I'm eighty-six years old. This bed that you see me here in is my hospital bed. You see, I'm dying. No, don't be sad for me. I've lived a long life and all of these people y...
Authors Note: Few things to go over before continuing on- please note that this chapter does contain violence, murder, drama and death. Also sex too, just in case you forgot you were on Literotica. (Gotta cover all my bases here.) If any of these things are offensive to you then please do not continue on- you have been duly warned. Also, this story takes pla...
Later that year, Joel Hodgson launched his Mystery Science Theater 3000 Kickstarter. Cautious as I was, that didn't stop me from going out to every one of my professors asking if they needed help with anything, because I wanted to give as much as I could. I managed to collect two hundred bucks for various odd jobs around campus, all of which went to the revi...
I knocked lightly on Jasmine's door with Mitch standing directly behind me. Tiffany opened the door and grinned as we entered. "How's she doing?" I asked. "She's doing okay a little groggy but I think she'll be fine in the morning." Tiffany replied. I walked into the living room where James and Avery were seated at the bar having a drink. James had his...
The sound of my door bell woke me from a restless sleep. Grabbing my favorite white terry cloth bath robe I half stumbled to the window. Barry's car was parked at the curb. I tied my robe closed over my flannel PJ's and slowly walked down the stairs. "Were you still in bed?" Barry asked as I opened the door. "Good morning to you too." I snapped back at him...
I slept in til noon having stayed up late watching a movie on TCM. As I splashed some cold water on my face I thought about my appointment with James later in the afternoon. I looked forward to the chance to meet a fast rising politician and rub elbows with the political elite from the area. I decided the best way to catch their attention was to wear somet...
Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes. Thanks to Sensual Curves for her help in proofreading. Thanks to my wife for handling the editing duties on this chapter. After you've read this, if you have a...
I always play it to him as though I don't really like anal sex... that it's only something I do for him. It couldn't be further from the truth, even though I'm still a nice girl. We were going away for the weekend. Peter needed to represent a client at a conference in Chicago, and though he only had to attend daytime meetings on Saturday, we booked the over...
Chapter 3 - Mia, Myself and I Mia threw another fast punch into the bag and cried out as the painful electric current ran through her body. The little inverted shock ring hurt like hell, and she was frustrated that her clone body couldn't absorb the charge and become stronger. Her brow was covered in sweat and her heart was beating rapidly. Still, she conti...
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older. * Winston Thomas, a lanky artist with lanky hair and lanky eyes and lanky everything, lean and sharp as a blade of grass, leans against the railing of the cruise-ship Allure and stares out at the ocean, trying his best to sketch the distant waves and not worry about being a member of...