He walked into the bar and looked around. As his eyes became accustomed to the low level of the lighting and he was able to see into some of the darker recesses of the place he saw her. She was sitting at a table in the back corner and she wasn't alone. But then he hadn't really expected her to be. The guy sitting next to her had his arm draped across her sh...
"Fish bait?" came a mellow masculine voice from over my shoulder. I was jolted from my private thoughts at the question. I placed the item I was examining back on the shelf and turned. "Excuse me?" I replied, I'm sure with a somewhat thunderstruck expression. "Joe said you wanted to buy some fish bait?" the man inquired a second time. His head was down,...
P was growing very weary of being stuck in her room. While this might be the most memorable trip of her life, she was hardly having the time of her life. She had finally come to accept that she was, quite literally, trapped inside Mr. J's house. She was completely at his mercy and this was growing old very quickly. When Mr. J next entered her room, she tried...
My wife, Lilly, was scurrying about the house, half dressed and incompetently brushing her short, silky hair, getting ready to teach her Saturday morning class. "How's Mister Dick?" I asked between mouthfuls of my breakfast of granola cereal and milk. "What?" She stopped dead in her tracks and stared open-mouthed at me. "Your latest boy toy." I knew she h...
This was one of a number of stories I published on anon.penet.fi in the 1990s. I found a trove of them while browsing through some old CD-ROMs, and decided to give them new life on Literotica. *** Proper attire can make almost any activity a pleasure — even taking the trash out. I often liven up this mundane chore by leaving it to Noreen — my tarty TV pers...
I love camping. I love the tent and the ability to hear everything that is going on. Camping on my own, though, is different than anything that I have ever done before. Usually I am with a huge group, but this time I decided to go it alone. When I pulled in to the Straits State Park it honestly felt like I was coming home. I know this park. I know everything...
It's in the blood, this passion that I have for baseball. It all started on an oppressively humid August day in central Alabama, when I was all of four years old. I was sitting on Aunt Roberta's porch, two houses down from my own, dressed in a gingham dress and enjoying a tea party with Lily, my favorite rag doll. Aunt Roberta had noticed a yellow-jacket ne...
He'd been hanging around this one for some time, he just couldn't get enough of teenage girls; they were easy to seduce and were unlikely to tell their parents they'd been fucked, besides the threat of a beating usually stopped the ones he'd had to force himself on to, they having got cold feet, from going to any authority. His lifestyle renting cheap traile...
Hello, and welcome to the second issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment o...
Together, HDK and GeorgeAnderson crafted one of LW's greatest stories in "No Reply" and "No Reply: Answered." In her comment, Black Randi put it this way: Having said that, and acknowledging the polish of the writing craft, George set himself to the hardest task in the LW genre. HDK did the same in the original story. I have done it before, and many good w...