As is usual for me, the places named and described are real, but the people are fictional. Milano is how the city of Milan is pronounced in Italy, and the Borsa Italiana is the only stock market in Italy. ***** One of the great things about morning is seeing my girlfriend, Katla Gunnarsdóttir, walking around our apartment naked. Katla was an aspiring model...
This story is loosely based upon real events. Names and places have been changed to protect the guilty. It was the mid-80s and I had just divorced my husband. He is a car salesman with very little drive to succeed and, though we always had a nice car in our driveway, all he could manage was to earn enough for us to barely get by. We lived in a small three-b...
(Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) In hindsight, like all stupid ideas it seemed like a good one at the time; but then, so did the Tuskegee experiments. "If you could do it to poor niggers, spics, and retards you can do it to anyone," so the head of the Project said. Of course he was the type of person to say those things. He came from a long line o...
Brain and Vickey has known each other since high school. Thirty-three years later, they were still friends but had chosen different life paths. Brian was married and Vickey was divorced but moved back into the area they grew up which was in Northern California. They both had their fiftieth birthdays in February of this year. Back in high school, Brain was...
This is a story for the Completely Unsanctioned Quarterly Writing Contest -- "Crush Your Enemy Like a Grape." Please vote, so that I can crush my "enemies" here at Lit like grapes. Thanks. Anna. * For years I have carried around the memories of my junior prom like a pocketful of glass shards. Even the scars are largely invisible to others, but the glass is...
Many readers had suggestions about both Dorothy and George. What they should do and not do. Most just wanted to here it all from Dorothy's point of view. What would make a woman think the way she did? Here is Dorothy's story after the reunion. Dorothy speaks: After George spoke at the reunion I felt thoroughly humiliated. The bad part is I totally deserved...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age. ***** The Invitation When Dad come in from work, Mom handed him the elaborately embossed envelope that had come in the mail. "What's this?" he asked. "Well, read it." Dad kinda mumbled "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Sussman, Blanke Schande University's 20th Reunion Committee cordially invites...
When I originally wrote this, I wrote it to the lyrics of J.Geils Band "Centerfold". I included the lyrics in the story as bridges from paragraph to paragraph. For copyright reasons and Literotica rules, I needed to remove most of the lyrics. If you know the song, you know the lyrics anyway ... I hope you enjoy. ############## "She was pure like snowfl...
Deborah dug the way her husband Kenny didn't dare stop after he came but went right on rodding and reaming her country crock until every ounce of the hot cream was beaten into butt-butter. She was rocking forward on her knees to his top-speed tempo, slobbering and smiling into the stiff white hotel room pillow. She loved the jerky splatter of his cum inside...
My story is about my wife and what happened at her high school reunion a few years ago in her words. Well I guess timing in life is everything, my high school reunion was coming up and it just so happened that it came at a low point in my marriage. After almost ten years of marriage I was feeling kind of lonely and not very desirable. Our conversation seeme...