This is the first chapter in a planned four-part series. As always, I thank my editor Ravenna933, whose eye for detail, imagination, and insight into the female psyche made this story significantly stronger and more cohesive. ***** Of all the people and all the doorsteps in the world, the last person I expected to see drunk and heartbroken on mine one au...
Me: You are not home yet when I arrive. I know it will be a while longer until you get here, so I decide to take a relaxing shower while I wait for you. I start the shower; hot, just as I like it. As I undress, the thought occurs to me that I really wish you were home already. I would love for you to join me. I know that we will be together later, but you k...
"So, you see, I need some help with it, and I trust you. Say something?" Natalie asked, dropping the eye contact she'd managed, blushingly, to maintain to look into her mug. I paused, thinking. Natalie's request was, needless to say, unexpected and a little unconventional: and I wasn't sure how I was going to respond. Natalie and I had met almost exactly a...
Thanks to the Costermonger, Hale1 and Findegil for their editing work. ***** As I stood in the doorway, I was shocked. My mind whirled and my vision blurred. Confusion reigned supreme as I struggled to comprehend what could possibly be happening. The evidence of my eyes seemed unmistakable, but my mind refused to accept it. What I saw was my wife of 23 y...
Joanne and Maximilian were for themselves. Lying in his bed. They was talking and Maximilian played with her nipples. -"I want you to move in here to me Joanne, Maximilian said" -"I don't know Max. I want to be with you but I just don't know, said Joanne." -"You will get everything you want and wish for Joanne. Please! Said Maximilian and looked at her wi...
It would have been a working class neighborhood, except hardly anyone who lived there worked. It was built in the prosperous early sixties, a suburb of a large Southern city. It was a bedroom community. About ten miles out from the city. The low slung ranch homes didn't look too prosperous now. The trees and shrubs planted by the builders were now tall and o...
After a long dispute with my publisher, which resulted in my having to take down my stories, I changed agents and found a new publisher. As a result, I am now free to post my stories on Literotica again. I must thank my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical advice. SBrooks103x also reads for me. My editors are Papakilo14, Hal, Oldd...
Doris and Lisa (Fall, 1955) Two college girls begin to forge a friendship. After the Sorority Party Joel and his two fraternity brothers returned to Western State. Joel promised to visit his new girlfriend, Sue, and invited her up to homecoming. Lisa was left in a depressed state due to the fire at the Delta house over the weekend. Doris consoled Lisa and...
Jane shook off the snow as she opened the entrance door to the restaurant. "Well, well, well, the guest of honor has finally arrived," said Sandy, "late for her own welcome home party." "Fashionably late," said Jane. She turned to the restaurant greeter. "Hi," she continued, "Walters, table for four, please. I have a reservation." "Yes, ma'am," the greet...
[Note to readers: this isn't my favorite of my stories, but I love parts of it. Some readers have been put off a bit by the ending. No. It's not extreme. Let me know.] * (1) The Incident When Michael thinks about it after the fact it seems all jumbled, and time heaves in huge blocks. Sometimes it is as if everything happened instantaneously. Coming down t...