Season One, cont. Sunday was a day filled with pain for me. The hangover I suffered was only balanced by the memories of the previous night and the fun I had. Dancing the tango with Hal and doing the polka with Sharon were bright highlights in my muddled memory banks as well as sharing a rum and Coke with Gale while Melanie and Jack made a quick alcohol run...
I sat at the back of the theater, mesmerized by the performance of one particular actor. He was tall, perhaps 6'5", with long legs and a lean body. His head was shaved, but I could tell he probably had either blond or light red hair because he had a goatee that was difficult to see but obviously complimented the contours of his face. I listened to him and w...
The band had performed mostly their own stuff along with their four or five covers. That was the opposite of most bands, who played mostly covers and not much of their own stuff. They were currently in the middle of a cover of Puddle of Mudd's "Control." The K, the lead singer, was belting out "I need to feel you, you need to feel me!" His voice was loud and...
Dying of hunger and thirst, we each gulped down a glass or two of water, then switched to wine while Denise called out for Chinese food. Then we argued over who would have to get dressed to meet the delivery boy. Ruth had to don her trench coat and pay the guy after losing a game of "rock/paper/scissors." She laid out the food, then had to drag me and Denise...
Hello, there. My name is Julius James Kamel. I'm a young black man from the great city of Boston. Currently, I'm hanging out in my dormitory with two special lady friends of mine. We're all students from the same college. Like many college students who hang out all the time, we've bonded. Since last year, I've been a student at the Massachusetts Central Coll...
Ch. 12: Honore L'Oeuf It was a great thrill the following day, for that was the occasion in which Blanche introduced Alice to the famous Honore L'Oeuf. Blanche had always made a point of making love to as many authors as she could, particularly authors of children's books. She'd had sex with Cheval, the author of a book about eight young people in search of...
Nicci giggled to herself as she took in her image in the floor-length mirror. Yes, she looked like a whore. And, why not? She was getting ready to do something she had only dreamed about; bang the living hell out of Dale Ernhardt, Jr. She had met him online on one of those "NASCAR Fans" chat rooms. He had been pretending to be a fan, and he struck up a conv...
DISCLAIMER:The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the c...
Part 8 - Eulogy This is a sequential story you will need to read the previous Parts before this Part will make sense. I broke this story up into Parts to accommodate L's request to make into parts. This is my very first story I've ever written. I'm an Engineer so I tend to be techno/detailed, hope it does not distract from the story too much. Some of the...
"What are you up to next Friday night?" I asked Sharon as she stepped out of the shower. "Nothing planned why?" "I was going to organise a rehearsal with the new band members." She wrapped her long dark hair in a towel and began towelling herself off. "Who has joined?" She asked. "Mick and Ben are still in." I said as she smiled. Mick and Ben both had...