It was 4:30 p.m. and already dark one dreary, rainy late January day in Portland. As usual, I stopped by my local Fred Meyer store to buy some items for dinner. One trip to Montreal years ago and, ever since, I've liked buying just enough fresh items for dinner each night. I even shop with an old web sack that I got when I bought too many oranges. It is a ri...
Ruth arrived home from work that Friday, the ninth, at 6:35 and after checking her three messages—mother, office, mother—she grabbed a cold Yuengling and spread her mail out on the kitchen counter and started sifting through it. It had been a long miserable day at the end of a long miserable week. Michael left for the conference on Monday and was supposed...
It wasn't the most exciting way to spend a Sunday afternoon, but it was something to do with her time. Laura was a widowed housewife with two children (boys twelve and ten years old). Her husband passed away a couple of years ago due to a tragic accident and she's been alone ever since taking care of the boys. The ensuing lawsuit and insurance settlement ens...
After Mary kissed them both, Bruce and Jennifer stared at her for a few seconds. Bruce's brow was knit in a confused look, while Jennifer grinned with the confidence of certainty. Taking her husband by the hand, Jennifer led him out of the studio. Mary walked over and picked up the brushes dropped in the heat of passion. She inhaled a deep calming breath a...
Something tells me that I have been spending way too much time reading stories at literotica, for there could be no other reason for what I was stooping to late Saturday morning. Stooping was the key word, because that was exactly what I was doing by bending over in front of the young man at the Farmers Market, the top button of my blouse "accidentally" open...
This is a story of what happened last summer at the summer camp I go to for church. Its name is St. Christian's Summer Camp, and I go every year for one week out of the summer. It's pretty fun, I have a lot of friends there and it is a week away from work or my parents. This last time I went, I had just turned 18 and was happy about that. But of course, I wa...
01: Casting The last girl looked rather like a puppy: a sad little face, an attitude that said: do what you want to me. "Would you be willing to take part in a film like the one we propose?" She sighed. She had been sighing a lot. "I suppose so. I have nothing else to do over the summer. I suppose you would want to fuck me?" I shook my head. "I do not th...
Michelle's problem at work was only getting worse. For months she had willingly allowed herself to be pimped out as a whore and walked the streets or worked in a bar while her pimped either collected her money or pimped her out to a gang member which then had her work for him for the weekend. This had gone on for a few months with no problems at her work at...
Maggie stood under the stinging spray of the hot shower as it rinsed the dried sweat from her body. Standing with her hands braced against the wall, she let the shower beat down on the back of her neck. The little episode with Roberto had not given her any sexual release but it had increased her power over him. She was pleased that he was more afraid of her...
"A people that elect corrupt politicians are not victims [...] but accomplices." ― George Orwell Wonder Woman gave me a handjob, as we drove to the swing club in her Porsche. When an evening begins so propitiously, it tends to be a dynamic decline from there. How does one top an opening like the above? "I woke up today, and the IRS had vanished. Moreover...