I lifted my head and you pushed my shirt up and off me, allowing me to be completely free to your mouth and hands. You went crazy like a kid in a candy store might, nipping and sucking, tugging and pinching at my nipples. I could feel the heat radiate down to my cunt and the moisture that was there before has now become quite apparent to both of us. You low...
This is a tale of a star-crossed relationship that had to end in spite of the love of both people in the story. I was 38 and she was 37. I remember that Saturday morning well, in fact, it is as clear today as ever. It seemed that she didn't move back when I walked past her while in the room. She also made an additional change of perfume that week. We ha...
The overcast sky set the perfect mood for my grumpy march to the Cafe. I swung the door open and nearly hit a kid with neon green hair. I rolled my eyes and pushed past the crowd waiting to pick up their daily caffeine fix. I claimed the last vacant table with my painfully tiny ass and waited. For the first time since I got out of bed, my legs could shake t...
“You want to do what now?” The gatekeeper looked at this anemic young man with incredulity. He was trying not to laugh. “Well you know, kill some things, maybe rescue a damsel-in-stress…” A meek reply. “You mean a damsel-in-distress?” The guard corrected him. “Yeah that!” The youth replied, obliviously. He remembers when he was his age. Not too different, re...
For those of you confused as to why the first chapter was primarily before the store slavery and what not. Don't worry. There are a few shows who do their stories in this way of telling them. I honestly didn't think to put a reason why he wouldn't be going to get the shoes himself. Though in my head i had it that he had only one pair of shoes since he has gi...
Every person I mention in this story is fictional and everyone involved in this story is eighteen and older. ***** As promised, I will recount my adventures of my graduation from high school and the craziness that lasted through the week. I'll start with the morning of my graduation. I greeted every morning like I always do: nude. I pushed back the covers...
Chapter 1 Somewhere in the 22nd century It was the worst city in the world, but I call it home. The city of dreams was a cesspool filled with crime and corruption; basically no one giving a shit. It was practically ruled by the pimps, the mob, and some corrupt cops wanting a piece of the action just to keep silent. Others have come here to get away from th...
I swallow the last gulp. There's nothing better than a nice mug of tea when, at last, I have some time to relax. It had been one of these weeks. Full on. Work hard. Kids demanding. Hubby, well, just another kid really. Demanding! I never take time to be me. Even on my day off I'm rushing about after them all. But today is different. The house is quiet, onl...
Syntax error, line 127, object expected. "Fuck this. Quoted for 2 hours work and I've done 8 hours on this mess already." He sat back, reached for the drawer and began the ancient and ignoble art of rolling yet another cigarette. This done, he made for the outdoors. He would love to smoke inside, but had reluctantly limited his habit to the 'fresh air'. Th...
Ah, I can guess what you are envisioning: scores of people working in the pouring rain, filling burlap bags with sand and stacking them up on the levees to hold back the flood waters. Unfortunately, in the Survivor World at Literotica, the sandbaggers aren't considered the heroes like in days gone by. No, somehow the word sandbagging has, for some re...