Sure I fancied Sandilo. What woman wouldn't? He was tall, handsome, charming, courteous. He danced beautifully. He spoke with the cutest accent in a dark velvet voice that went with those wicked brown eyes of his. Powder room chat had it that he knew how to use his well endowed kit. He'd have been about 30 or so. I'd had several dances with him that holiday...
She stood looking into the eyes she'd dreamed about for the last seven years. She thought back to the first time she'd seen those sparkling blue eyes smiling at her. Her fourteenth birthday, registering for her first year of high school those eyes had belonged to her new homeroom teacher. And now, on her twenty-first she'd caught herself in those eyes again....
All I really wanted to do was to take Donna back to my hotel, kiss every square inch of her skin and then fuck her senseless, and instead we were on our way to the most inane sounding art event in world history. "It's a double bill of 300 and 500 Days of Summer." I said, dumbfounded, repeating back to her what she'd just told me. "Yeah, my friend Evan has...
I have been a lurker on the literotica site for some time and have enjoyed the story entries from many of you. It is clear that some of them occurred only in the mind of the author, while others have the distinct ring of truth, however modified or embellished that truth may be. I will not insult the reader by assuring honesty in my tale. I will leave the dis...
Saturday night, nothing to do, and the phone rings. Answering, I recognize the voice of a friend of mine, a photographer who loves playing jokes. "If you can be here in exactly 20 minutes, I'll have a present for you that you'll never forget," he says. I look at the clock. 11:40. "Another one of your pranks?" I ask. "Nope. I feel bad about missing your bi...
They say you should keep in touch with the child within. But what if the child within is a monster? Surely then the best thing to do would be to keep that child hidden in a deep, dark place? Or to try to kill it, some how? My name is Steven Evers. Once, I was Dr Steven Evers, a respected psychologist and author of numerous textbooks and self help books for...
Chapter 3: The Ecstasy Mage The stranger chuckled. "Why yes, I DO find it amusing that everyone here would run screaming for their lives if they knew the truth about even one of us. Hart here hides behind an illusion, you, Tholena, behind your unassuming appearance, and I, well..." Tholena grimaced. "And you are hidden by a horror beyond imagining. If the...
Holly had a good thing going and Jill didn't, that was the bottom line. It wasn't about money, they both had plenty of that. It wasn't about a car or a house either. Not even about family, the ladies each had the moronic husband and adults kids. It was all about what makes a girl over fifty feel so very good now and then. Makes her still know she's all woman...
*** A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like to be women (which includes me!) *** "Will, I need to talk!" My cousin Amanda pushed past me through the hall and strode into the lounge. I'd not been expecting her, not at all. I made sure the front door was closed and then turned and followed her. When I got as far as the lo...
"Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" I said. She was good looking, certainly over 45 years old -- how much over that would be hard to say, but certainly younger than I was. A pert nose, red lipstick, red curly hair that L'Oreal would term 'bright auburn,' slate eyes lit up within so much that they could be called silver. Below the generic tee-shir...