Terry looked through one of the dirty windows of his apartment at a collecting storm that he hoped might wash him away, just so that he might finally have a little peace. On the secondhand night table next to his bed was a bottle of prescription sleeping pills he'd just gotten refilled, and a glass of orange juice. Condensation beaded on the outside of the g...
Look at a map of the West Coast, and if you observe closely, you will see a narrow peninsular running out. It is about four kilometres in length and one kilometre wide. In fact, this peninsular is all but an island. At high tide, it is cut off from the mainland huddle of houses with their combined shop and post office and the rather shabby pub. A strip of s...
"When we overcome our assumptions based on indoctrinated hang-ups, we find beauty can be discovered within limitless opportunities." --- Storyteller4U * The sight of my beautiful Sarah sleeping soundly on our bed rekindled my emotions from last night's sensual encounter. Just 3 months ago, neither of us knew the other existed; yet I couldn't imagine feelin...
Annie had a problem. "What's your sign?" Her mouth practically dropped at the question. It had to be the lamest line she had heard all night. Next to her at the bar, typing away on her phone, Breanne audibly scoffed, rolling her eyes and not even turning to look at the man who had dared to open with such a cliché. But it was almost midnight on Saturday...
Sean was having trouble breathing as he gazed at is lithe young co-star. Elijah was across from him, soaking wet after the scene in the rain and looking for all the world more beautiful than the first time they had met. He pondered his dilemma as he watched the younger man laugh and joke with the other two hobbits and the make up people during the short set...
Thank you, Erik Thread for your editing skills and suggestions. This is the ending to a mystery and an obsession, of a man who is seduced and captured by an alluring woman. Kayla -- It Begins, was posted yesterday. * Sitting in my study, watching her walk out of the house, I think I finally understood jealousy. I wanted to follow the taxi, jerk my wife o...
"That? It's ketchup. Come on, honey. What else could it be?" he said as he looked at the stain she pointed out. "On the side of your collar? Do you eat through your ear now?" "Honey, you're being ridiculous. I don't know what you're thinking, but that is not...lipstick." He put his hands on her shoulders and said, "You know that you and your...sorry, our s...
Special Thanks to my own private consultant. When an author has no experience with a particular emotion, it is best to seek out those who know of it first hand. Thanks again. Additionally, I thank my editor, Erik Thread, for his patience and skills, not only with the words, but for his tutelage. * The most difficult part of my road back was to speak to my...
Then night had been long, or at least it seemed so, and Vanessa hadn't slept very well. Plans, or what seemed like plans, for that evening kept her awake enough that she saw the clock at 2 AM, 3:30 AM, 4Am and finally she was up at 6 AM to get ready for work. It was a Friday and would be a busy one, with end of the month work to be done. She knew that she m...
I should like to thank Barb36D for her valuable help in editing this manuscript and her enthusiastic support, without which this story – basically true – would not have been posted on Literotica. After having enjoyed the Matterhof during a managers meeting, Marie and I decided to go back there some years ago. The last visit was in late January, but this tim...