Philip Santos was on a bus, on his way to Toronto, to go househunting before his final move there in the fall. He had made arrangements with his friend Steven to stay on his couch for a few nights, and during the days he'd look at apartments. It was a good plan, but when he texted Steven to ask when and where he wanted to meet, there was no reply. When the...
Carrying the grocery bags into the house, I stopped just inside the door, smiled, and took a deep breath. The whole house smelled of my handiwork. I wanted to just stand there and savor it, but I had so much to do. Only half my party decorations were up, and while yes the house was taking on a wonderfully creepy feeling of macabre, the end result would be...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * Hannah is dead. She was a real danger to me, even dead...
I would like to thank hcsd1719 for his help in editing and offering encouragement. Again, there are no actual sex scenes, since the main characters are underage. All italics indicate communication through the mental bond. Please remember to vote and comment, I appreciate all comments and feedback. Thank you. * Friday morning was a busy day at Robertson's...
"What are we going to wear?" Jeff was sick of hearing it. He could have given less than a shit about throwing on a hot latex mask and prancing around the neighborhood. It wasn't bad enough that he was twenty-five years old being forced to celebrate a kid's holiday, but Halloween would be eight years to the day his high school sweetheart had been killed in a...
"Yes, I'm your toy. I love you Tim, I know we just met but right now if you asked I would transfer to your college, move in with you and fuck you morning and night just to feel like this all the time. If my butt and you peeing in my mouth is what it takes those are both sacrifices I'm ready to make." I said as I kissed his face and neck. And at that moment a...
I shut my eyes so no one could see me roll them when her order came through. I had seen her walk in again and felt totally inferior. She was tall with immaculate make-up and beautifully styled hair. She looked amazing in her workout gear; her diamond rings shining in the October sunlight. "Half decaf, half soy, half almond latté with half a sugar for Charlo...
Annie was quietly pleased that the roster had teamed her up with Jess for the day; there were some girls on the payroll that she was fond of, some that she really loathed and others that fitted somewhere between provoking neither fun nor fury. Jess fitted into the middle category and made herself desirable for the work of the day simply because she was a ple...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
CHAPTER 1 - DESIRE'S GROWTH Caroline's eyes flared red in the mirror. Her body was hot and rolling with desire. She panted and held onto the edge of the sink, short blonde hair growing longer by the second. She had never felt it this bad before, never in high school, and never since she had graduated five years ago. She, twenty-three, lived alone in an apar...