It was casual Friday at the office. While I wore my usual shorts and T-shirt, the very attractive young black woman who works with me wore a sleeveless dress. We work together every day, so she knows some of my quirks and said she hoped I wouldn't be too distracted by her attire. Sleeveless dresses on women aren't distracting, but when the woman sports a n...
Chapter 5: Gestures and Dreams I saw Mary before she spotted me. The first thing I noticed was her stockings. Her late birthday presents shaped and smoothed her sturdy calves and thighs complemented by her well fitting black skirt and black ankle boots. She had a gold coloured padded jacket on, unzipped, with a yellow sweater underneath and her rich chestnu...
"Excuse me?" She asked, crossing her hands in front of a visibly full bosom. Suddenly, the world around me seemed to cave in. I realised this was the first time I had walked up to a stranger and initiated any form of communication. Being shy had never really prepared me for such a situation before. Also, I had never noticed that about her before. Her bosom...
"Mum wants to fuck you," Brenda informed me over our lunch date, making me nearly spill my soup. "Say that again? I want to make sure that I didn't hear you wrong," I coughed and sputtered a bit, my face a bit red as I reacted to her surprise announcement. "My mother wants to do the nasty, the horizontal mambo, the beast with two backs ... she wants to sha...
I begin each year...planning and organizing. Goal setting and dreaming. I have several tools that I rely upon to do that. But one of my favorites for the past three or four years is a book called Wishcraft by Barbara Sher. It is one of those self-help books full of exercises to help you identify your goals and then plan how to achieve them. This is one exerc...
Tell you what, it had been a long time since I had thought about Brian. We went to elementary school together in a tiny rural town long ago, but then I had to move because my dad’s job changed, and I hadn’t thought about him much since. Well, not too much, anyway. I visited the town once in a while because I still had family there, and once, when we both...
I take the bus to and from work as a matter of choice, but even though one of the reasons I use public transportation is to avoid the aggravation of driving during the rush hours, there are times when the bus can be just as annoying. Like last Monday, for example. For whatever reason, the bus was much more crowded than usual, and I was forced to go toward t...
(This story was originally written under the name Agony. I have made some minor changes to the story. After writing a story called Violets Are Blue, I was encouraged to rewrite this story.) It was a scorching Saturday morning in the beginning of a great July. Barbara Letti slowly walked down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here a...
I felt the warmth of sunlight on my face coming through the small porthole in our cabin. The moment I did I popped open my eyes sitting up. "Oh good! You're up! I was just coming to get you!" Bella said. She was standing in the doorway of the cabin...naked. "What?" She then asked looking at me. She looked down at herself searching for something, then back a...
Paris Waterman Chapter 12 My sincere apologies to all my readers; it appears I neglected to furnish this chapter when it was finished some time ago. Then I had some difficulties in placing stories on Literotica for a little over a year. I hope this whets your appetite for more of Hartstein and other materials under development. Again, I apologize for the i...