Oh god, how I'm dying here! Every fraction of a second during the flight and drive back here, I couldn't stop thinking about Sandra. Even now, moving away from the theater and her, I really can't process a single thought that doesn't include her in it somehow. I look down at my phone, my thumb hovering over the call button for her number as I brawl with my...
My dear friend and lover, It all seems so long ago. Here we are barely keeping in touch now and so busy with work and life. I've been meaning to share with you, though, what happened after we spoke the other day, that lovely conversation involving some mutual imagination and self-pleasure. It is so delightful to hear you aroused, using your toy to bring you...
(Author's Note: Hello to the wonderful Literotica community! It's been a while but the story-writing bug has bitten me once again. This one's going to be a much simpler and straightforward story. If interracial sex, athletes and doctors are your thing, you will love this one! Hope you enjoy it! Do drop a comment either way!) ***** Susan leaned over the win...
Guatemala City 1/1990 *** Everything in this story is true, as in it actually happened. Not all at the same time. Probably not in the same exact sequence, or with or to the exact same people. Which likely doesn't matter because I changed some names, and have forgotten others. That's a consequence of getting older and not having written it down those many y...
I was in my late 30's almost the big 4-0, divorced and lived alone. Well, unless my mother decides she wants to drop by unannounced. I worked for a medical firm in Downtown and make a good decent amount of money for a living. I have my own place with no children, except for my two dogs. I am about 5'6"-5'7-ish, slim, tanned with short blonde hair and hazel e...
"Estalon!" came the abbot's shout from the courtyard. Peering out the window of his dormitory, the naked initiate hissed in frustration. His teacher seemed mad about *something* - and Estalon had slept in yet again. Whatever the young priest's virtues were, a timely waking was not one of them. Estalon turned away from the window to face his dresser, a loud...
Author's note: This chapter contains no sexual activity. If that is what you're looking for, please return next week. As always, thanks for reading, and your votes and comments. ### Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin' - Nothin', Robert Plant & Allison Kraus ### "You're quitting?" My teac...
My name is David Shaw. I live in a small, rural town; the kind that gets up with the sun and revolves around planting and harvest. Farm equipment generally clogs the roadways during the summer and snowdrifts clog roadways during the winter. The majority of residents in my town have long histories of ancestors settling and working the land. The newer resident...
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS Anhedonia plagued him at the oddest times. Often, and especially, on Sundays. As Oliver stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him with a twist of the expensive lacquered doorknob, he realized that not a single person had asked him a question about himself in sixty-eight days. One more day and a grim numeric milestone...
I woke with a searing headache. I hoped my hazy memory of the sex and abuse had only been a dream. But a look around at my rather unfamiliar surroundings suggested otherwise. I realized this was Ellen's living room, and her having picked me up from Mohamed's was also sadly a reality. A wave of nausea hit me, and I ran to the bathroom to throw up. There wer...