Hello, My name is Jesse. You might say this is my coming out story, first one ever. I'm a 31 years old single female. I was married for six years in my late teens and twenties to my high school sweetheart who's name began with the letter J and I will refer to as J. Unfortunately he went and did what he felt was his patriotic duty and was killed during his th...
In my experience one can be touched by a physical or tactile sensation or touched as in touched by emotions or senses. It's the ones that reach us the most that create a cognitive event that forever remains planted in our minds. Take for instance the birth of a child. This is a moment so extreme that it touches everyone in or around the family expecting the...
Author's note: Thank you to my co-creator and editor, the Brit. This story's been a hell of a ride, and I'm grateful that we got to ride it together! xoxo In previous chapters: Dan, a cop, had attempted suicide after assaulting his ex-wife/sub, and ended up at the hospital, where he met Nurse Sandra. Interested to find out what happens to a Dom after...
"Good morning," she whispered, combing my hair with her fingernails. My first thought wasn't 'Why is she crouched over me on her hands and knees?' Nor did I even consider 'Why are we both naked and where are the covers?' when I knew that since neither of us had been in the mood when we went to bed, we did in fact fall asleep under the sheet, wearing our usu...
*This is my first story and I am kind of writing it in reverse. Please enjoy and know your comments help me become a better writer! ***** Large black furls of smoke rose high in the sky as the fires that had been set to the city center smoldered. The white sandstone buildings were charred black where the blazes had been the most intense. Ian watched with g...
You sit in the same dusty shop that you've worked in all your life, surrounded by artifacts, jewelry and other fancy goods that you could never even hope to buy. You stare mindlessly ahead, knowing that a long day of unending labor lies ahead of you. As an orphan, you're practically the lowest of all classes. The nobility and clergy wouldn't even waste the m...
Dear Laurel, Manu, fellow authors and my Literotica readers, The end of another year is drawing to a close. And this year is not just the end of another year, but of an era it seems. If the rumors are true and 2014 was the final year for Survivor, then I feel that the words of country singer Tim McGraw says it best... The ending of an era and the turning o...
What type of girl are you? 1) You were very promiscuous, a regular slut. No, that would be an insult to the name slut. You were a super slut. The fact that you are pregnant, is not only not a surprise, but it was inevitable given the amount of sex you have. In fact, this isn’t even the first one you’ve had, Or the second. You don’t care. You wear this belly...
Alison was stunning, that's obviously why I hired her. Yes I know that I'm a perverted pig. She was 19, petite and very sexy. I figured she'd flirt with the customers at the counter of my ice cream stand. She'd draw crowds of boys who would buy ice cream, drinks and snacks. But she didn't listen, she didn't follow the rules, so she ended up with a deliciousl...
One's eighteenth birthday should be a day full of fun and celebration. It is one of those key moments of transition in life, when one finally becomes a legal adult, obtains the right to vote, is permitted to buy property, and can legally make one's own choices. For Amber, however, her eighteenth birthday was a day of extreme tragedy. It was the first day o...