Jenny Edwards sat in at the small table in the little café sipping a soda and waiting. She brushed her light brown hair out of her blue eyes as she drummed her fingers on the table. This was a meeting she'd avoided for over five years, but now, she knew it was time to deal with this situation once and for all. A petite brunette with brown eyes walked up and...
Boy meets girl. Boy and girl hook up. Then girl decides to pose for a certain well known men's magazine. Some girls just wanna have fun. I'm just trying to hang on for the ride. PART 1: Orientation *** "What the hell are you thinking?" "I'm thinking I can't live one more minute without tasting you!" she smiled up at me from her kneeling position on the f...
"A working class hero is something to be ... ...If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon ^ ^ ^ ^ Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under...
Its been a long time since I've contributed a post, but for years, unfortunately, there have not been any escapades in my life worth writing about. Since my last story, I've gone to law school and, until a few days ago, I worked at a large firm in New York. Law school was bad, but working as a first year Associate was worse - far worse. A good week was 70...
She stood back away from the churning bodies in the mosh pit listening to the band play. Her hair was cut short in the front only to fall long and silky in the back, almost to her ass, framed her face. Her make-up dark against her soft white skin, blacks and reds with purple shadow over her eyes created a vision of worthy of any and all including the reignin...
A little over a year ago, I started to write about the sexual encounters of a man cycling alone through Denmark. So far, the Cycling Odyssey consists of just two chapters. You can find both chapters here on Literotica. My plan is to write three or four more. However, in the meantime, something came up. Some readers were concerned that the central character,...
The three women pushed through the exit doors of the Sound Bar, weaved their way through the lines of people awaiting entry, and hailed a cab as an L train, sparks cascading from beneath its undercarriage, lumbered across the tracks above. Piling into the back seat after her friends, Beth pulled the cab door shut behind her and fished the cell phone from he...
©2008/9AdrianLeverkuhn * Her name was Dreamaway and she was quiet, almost shy as a little girl -- some said she was as quiet as her name. She'd always been a fairly withdrawn girl and seemed to get along reasonably well in a full world of noisome contradictions. For reasons unknown her mama had given her the name long before she was conceived, and though n...
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Dough, cash, bucks, scratch, dollars, pesos, script, moolah, marigolds, macaroni, bacon, bread, greenbacks, coin, smackers, C-notes, yards, Benjamins, sawbuck, double sawbuck, fin, cabbage, clams, bills, and wad, whatever you call it and by now you know it, I'm writing about money. We all want it but so few o...
Haunted La Jolla Part 2 1919 Prospect Place Peter Brunswick was a young man of twenty years, tall and strapping, lean and athletic. He had a head full of black hair, and eyes of a similar hue that seemed to pierce into things and analyze their innards entirely. Unfortunately, Peter also had a proclivity for the young Mexican maids that his father employed...