Here we go again. .................................................. "Kathryn?" I heard her sigh. "Yes Mike, it's me. Kevin is fading, he may not last the day. Will you come?" "I'll call back just as soon as I can confirm my flight. Hold on." Kathryn was his old personal assistant, but was more than that. She was more like the mother he never got to h...
I had finally found the perfect apartment. Even though it was a bit more than I wanted to spend, I knew as soon as I walked in that it was mine. I moved in full of decorating ideas and motivation, hell bent on starting my "new life" the right way. Then I slept for a week straight. Then I went back to work. Six months later and I was still living out of boxes...
Some sentences are in Marathi, our native language and have been translated for you all... * Work pressure increased and I had to frequently shuttle between Mumbai and Pune. Our organization decided to open a branch in the scenic state of Goa. The responsibility fell on me again. I had to setup the entire operations so had to be in Panaji for 2 weeks. I a...
The streets and sidewalks of Mogadishu baked under the blast furnace of a sun. Peter Hayes, sweating through his thin cotton shirt and light khaki pants, worked his way through the teeming foot traffic to the streetside café. He was several minutes late for the meeting, something he disliked, but the impression of the American operation was one of lounginess...
If you have read any of the other stories that I have submitted, you will have guessed that they are fiction. This one is faction. Agde is a real place. Yuuki is a real person. We really did spend three weeks in Agde last summer. The descriptions of Agde and of what happened there are as accurate as I can remember. Nothing is made up, except the descriptions...
Do not Copy me its not nice! ADULTS ONLY!! If your not an adult, where the hell are your parents? ##Please send any feedback you have to the link below or IM me on yahoo messenger! I love to hear from people so feel free. Based on my life: Names and places have been changed to protect privacy. ***** I hadn’t seen him in close to seven years. Amazing how e...
F5: 50% Inspiration plus 50% Desperation (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from th...
It's a few years down the road and you and I are married. We live in a cozy 3 bedroom house, a room we turned in to an office, and the second is a guest room, and finally, the master bedroom where we participate in all of our guilty pleasures. Knowing about our high sex drives, we have sex almost every or every other week night, and multiple times on weeke...
She practically ran out of the office, and didn't stop till she was in the parking lot where her little yellow VW bug was parked. She opened the door using the remote keypad, and threw her things on the passenger seat, before sliding in behind the wheel and resting her forehead on it. She waited for her breathing to calm, and then started the engine. Her han...
The morning after the night before was not nice, but copious amounts of water and painkillers helped, along with several cups of coffee. All three gathered in Stan's kitchen, listlessly going through the motions of making breakfast. Finally, Stan said "Hey, we ought to go to Iorio's for breakfast. Getting out of the house would do us good, anyway." "I neve...