Larry Gooding was the quintessential nerd, complete with milk bottle bottoms spectacles and plastic pocket protectors at thirty years of age he still lived with his mother. Gooding worked with me in the mailroom of J.P. Morgan's a large New York advertising agency. He had shown me the ropes when I landed the job some three months earlier. I hand landed the...
Unfaithful. The ugly word sounded foreign and strange when I said it out loud. Like it had been the name of a dish or a shampoo. I wrote it down on a piece of paper. Unfaithful. Meandering, curving lines in blue against white, making a pretty picture of symmetry and grace, but without any meaning. "It didn't mean anything. SHE means nothing to me. It was...
By sbrooks103x, inspired by Jenny Maitland in "Faithful," by Todd172, with permission. Thanks to Todd172 for his permission to tell Jenny's story and his advice, Crkcppr for Beta reading, and, as always, blackrandl1958 for her sweet inspiration and editing. ***** I held it together for as long as I could after the telegram came - for Tommy's sake, more th...
It was a Saturday in late November 1995. We had a snowstorm the night before and the world was a quiet lazy morning in white. I lay under the comforter next to my "someday" hubby, but for now we were living in sin in an old upstairs apartment. We both worked and he went to school in those early days, just me and him and my five year old boy from another guy....
If you have something to say, I can be contacted by clicking on my name. ***** “Be a good girl, Angeline, and turn around for me?” Not entirely a question, not entirely a request, not entirely a demand. I turn around obediently and feel your hand press into my back. “Bend over Angeline.” I tip forward and catch myself on the hood of your car. Looking b...
Lola lay on her back on the large marital bed and allowed herself to be entered. Moments after parting her legs, she felt the hardness of the member slide into her tight wetness, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Her hands and arms immediately wrapped around her lover instinctually as he began to rock himself in and out of her tight wetness. Lola...
(It's been almost two years since I wrote anything for Lit. Please enjoy.) * To say she was in a bind would be putting it mildly. Rose was in her bed. That much she understood to be clear. The blankets she normally snuggled under were on the floor instead of on the bed. She would have done her first instinctual move which would be to put the blankets and...
My name is Rakhor and although I have the appearance of a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties, I am actually much more than that. I am the God of Balance, Justice and Travels. A Trickster who acts as a force of balance on a cosmic scale. When I look at the world these days, I find myself disgusted. Seriously. Women are getting out of control a...
This story happened far far away, and a long time ago. Exactly, in the 70es of the 20th century, in the countryside near Volokolamsk, some 200 km north west of Moscow. And Brezhnev, the Gulags and all this kind of things have absolutely nothing to do with it. In those times and in those places, life was not exactly easy, neither in the countryside, nor in...
Anna had been gone about an hour. Adam had comfortably settled down with a coffee and the newspaper when his phone whistled - Sharon's unique ring tone. "Hi honey," he answered. "What's news?" "I have no idea what you and Anna got up to overnight, Adam. All I know is that she has a smile as wide as the Hudson River and all she wants to do is sleep." He gri...