WEDNESDAY I was awakened on Wednesday morning by a text message from Dana, at exactly 8 a.m. All it said was, "7 hours." Attached was a picture of her lips, with shiny red lip gloss, which she didn't usually wear, but, in this context was very sexy. I realized that she had a test at 9, so I probably wouldn't hear from her again until about noon. There was n...
Velda stood before the headmaster's desk and looked at him in horror. He had to be kidding, but she knew deep down that she had pushed him a little too far this time. Also, she had to admit that the punishment did fit the crime. Velda was a rebel; she was leader of the pack. She had been up before Mr. Bingham on more than one occasion for school uniform vio...
Hi, my names Amanda. Let me tell you about my adventure at a sex resort for rich men. None of my family or friends would ever believe I'd have gone to service strange men for sex. That's except for my best girlfriend Riley, that got me into it. Let me describe myself. I'm nineteen and recently graduated high school. I live in a small city in a mid-western s...
Phyllis hated her name. She had often begged her parents to change it, so one day her dad teasingly said, "From this day forward you will be known to those you love and all your friends as Phil. Now what do you say to that?" She had to admit that it was a clever fix and, truth be known, she actually liked it, a lot. Phil grew up into an attractive young wom...
The interior of Tristan's car was nice and warm, a direct contrast to the icy cold elements outside. Riding shotgun was Kimi, who chatted in a friendly tone as they drove along the rez's dirt roads. Pleased to have Kimi sitting beside him, Tristan listened as she continued on, talking about what they would do over spring break. "So you're down to go with a...
I'm not exactly sure why my mother and I were never close. I suppose it was because of how I saw her treat my dad. He was constantly being criticized for some sin or other; usually minor and often unjustified. It seemed like he had lived his whole married life in this state of harassment and I often wondered why he had married her when she was so obviously u...
**A reader commented that a holiday story should have redemptive value, in the spirit of the season, and that, perhaps I fail to tap into that delirious, all-consuming happiness that each and every one of us must feel during the long, cold winter months. Of course, it could be that redemption—good or ill—is in the iris of the beholder. --Indeed...
Author's Note: I didn't realise as I was writing this chapter, but this is my 50th submission to Literotica! The previous chapter got the highest rating I've ever had for one of my stories, so thank you all so, so much for that! The story is progressing really well and I hope this next chapter can live up to the last. Thank you for continuing to read my wo...
Chapter ONE: Get On With Our Lives Dedicated to Bianca. This is my first ever erotic story. I had ideas for this series for awhile and decided to finally write them out. These ideas were influenced by my real life, combined with missed opportunities and personal fantasies. The story is complete fiction; however many of the situations are exaggerations base...
I sat in the stuffy, dusty attic staring at the picture of a young girl. She was a somewhat attractive girl, although, it was plain to see that she took no pains to enhance her appearance. There was a bare minimum of makeup visible. Her blonde hair was carefully brushed, but no attempt had been made to fashion it into any sort of style that would further hig...