Hello! I'm Stacy. I'm 28 years old, blonde and divorced. Oh and I'm a cock-slut. This is the third in a series of stories about Stacy. This one started as a drunken fuck and ended in marriage. After my graduation party which will live with me for the rest of my life (see Stacy's Graduation) I left school and moved into the real World. I was lucky enoug...
Lexi dropped her last box onto the floor with a loud thud. Finally she was done moving into her dorm room. When she had first registered for room placement her father had put down the extra hundred to ensure she would have a single room, but unfortunately they had gotten to her application too late and she was forced to share a room with two other girls. Lex...
Amanda and Karen lay there snickering in Amanda's full sized bed, the same kind of giddy laughing that had been occurring this whole night. They had been friends all throughout school, but they had graduated high school last week and were now 18 year old adults in the real world. Next week Karen was moving across country to move into her college dorm, leavin...
Jake sat waiting. He was always waiting when it came to Amy. They were just friends, but of course he thought it could be more, so he waited. Always waiting. He questioned this again as he waited. She was always messing him around, making him wait, picking her up, give lifts and generally just jerking him about. He questioned whether it was all planned; she...
Just a short non-erotic story for Halloween. If you're looking for sex, it's not here. For the rest of the readers I hope you enjoy it. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for making it a much better read. * I'm what most people would call a normal, non-descript type guy. I'm 5' 10", weigh 160 lbs. I'm not overly smart, but not dumb either. I've always been on...
Author's Foreword— This is my ninth posting to Literotica and my first posting in the "First Time" genre. The following is a true story. You are invited to visit my profile's archive to find my previous postings; I hope you enjoy them. John W. Adams, Jr., November 23, 2008 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * This posting is going to involve m...
Where do you go when you've lost everything, your employment, worldly possessions, reputation, and even your self-respect? Do you seek shelter and solace from an ex-wife, an ex-girlfriend or a best friend? Not if you have none of those. Lack of time had prevented me from having more than a brief, passing relationship with the opposite sex, and marriage ha...
Adele closed the side door to her house. A cold winter's night wind blew at her, twisting up under her trench coat. Even if she had any clothes on underneath her bulky coat this was the kind of wind that blows right through a person and she shivered. Her petite body was not built to withstand this kind of chill. She adjusted her shoulders under the coat. She...
I was 30 when I got married and 34 when I got divorced. In spite of the way it ended, I don't think there was any way to know at the time that things wouldn't work out. My wife was smart, funny, and pretty, and we shared a lot of interests. We were both voracious readers, enjoyed traveling, shared the same circle of friends, and neither of us was much of a d...
Amy was trembling as she hurried to the train, her leather boots clipping loudly, and her white cotton trousers feeling warm and tacky as they stretched to contain her long striding legs. Ben had slipped the only key to his ankle shackles somewhere inside her trousers and she hoped like hell that the key was still in there. If not, Ben was fucked. She slippe...