"Bridgid Monaghan!" I heard my name shouted as though it was the voice of God—or the devil himself—calling me and I dropped the plastic bag of groceries in surprise. "Sean Healey?" I turned and there he was standing, bold as day in my small town in New York State. Him all the way from Ireland, and how on earth he found me after all these months I'll never...
The smell of jasmine hung sweet and heavy on this sweltering August night. It was the smell of love and lovers and making love all night long . . . but she shook her head to clear it. She had moved to a new town to make a fresh start and started working as a paralegal for a new firm. It wasn't exciting like her previous firm but the pay was good and they had...
The following may be a fictional story but it may also be real, we will never know because it is an excerpt from a diary found in an abandoned apartment building. Of which the apartments last occupant was a woman. November 1, 1998 Dear Diary, I don't know where to start cause a thing like this is only leading to being known as crazy. I went out last nigh...
What guides and motivates me in writing erotica (Rev 1) I thought that I would share with you what guides and motivates me when I write short stories for Literotica. You might find it interesting. In what follows an "adult" is one who has reached their age of majority. Herein, that is any person who is 18 years old. "The Rights of Self: An adult's life and...
Author's Note: If you're interested in quick stories, then this is not for you. However, I would be honoured if you still did read this. To those of you who are into longer stories that take their time to build up and delve into the characters, then this would be up your alley. And to those who are unsure, well I can only suggest that you do read this and b...
Bruised, battered, base- Mankind takes inventory, held breaths between up & coming conflicts like choirs of children biting their tongue, zooming in on a stubbed toe before inspecting the damage & totaling the bill. And all that's found, dear reader, is canned laughter. Perhaps to fully comprehend the severity of the issue, it behooves you to imagine that...
Ever since the magic day when we first met on the Internet, I have been living my life in a dream world. It is as if the woman of my fantasies has suddenly come to life and entered the deepest regions of my soul. You have become the absolute centre of my dreams and my waking hours and when we are together making love, it is paradise. Ever since we married –...
Aftermath "Do you know about Jane and Paula?" Caroline asked. Carlie nodded. "I lived next door and saw them almost every day. He seemed to really be in love with them. My Mom visited and we had dinner with them. She told me he seemed like a changed man. Paula and Jane said he seemed happy, right until he left them and met you. And then he walked away from...
Janell was Frank's junior by nearly ten years when she had married him. Although she did not think of herself as a "trophy wife", she did think of him as "quite a catch". Because he was a record executive for a LA label, she had become accustomed to many and frequent backstage full VIP passes to some of the best music in the LA area. She enjoyed the privileg...
The name is Bartleby Florestal and I'm a big and tall black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm originally from the Republic of Haiti, down in the Caribbean. A long time ago, I was a police officer. I came to America in my early thirties and decided to go back to school. Thus, I enrolled at Brockton Community College, majoring in the field...