Eighteen-year-old, Misty Crawford sat on the bench, watching all of her friends dancing and making out to the soft music, wishing she wasn't the school nerd. She was an average looking girl that was always dressed in black and her IQ was almost twice that of any one in school. With the way guys liked a dumb girl with big boobs, Misty was left out in the cold...
Simon Blanquette went down the stairs quietly hoping to get out of the front door before his mother could confront him, but the woman was alert and had been half-expecting a sly escapade, and he didn't make it. "Where are you going Simon?" she asked him in the hall. Technically an adult he quivered like a child in front of her and offered a soft ingratiat...
Our thanks go to the numerous people from all around the world who have attempted to assist the author in preparing this story for posting. However like most files on his hard drive, it has been much fiddled-with since it was first posted on-line. Some readers might find this one a little difficult to understand, but is that unusual for a Wanderer story?...
CHAPTER 16 BUDDY CAN YOU SPARE A DIME: It was the Great Depression, and the people had come upon hard times. Inflation had risen to twenty nine percent, and the poor working stiff found himself standing in the bread line. Meantime other groups of people decided that to be poor was not for them. In a tough neighborhood on the lower side of Manhattan known...
This is a disclaimer like you see on the TV ads for drugs. If you want a story where the characters are only either white hats or black hats, so that you can cheer one set and relish the tribulations of the other, you will be disappointed. While this story is more realistic than the Mission Impossible or James Bond movies, it likely won't ring genuine to...
Prologue Sue stood back and admired her work and smiled to herself. She had just finished her daily housework routine and was pleased with the results. The lounge she was standing in looked good enough to appear in Hello; if only her life was exciting enough to warrant a visit from their journalists. This thought brought her back down to Earth. When had her...
After my lesson in being loved and told to take on the offers from the university, hands marched me down the hall and filled a duffel with stuff. Clemmie, Kim and Selma all had their signals straight. I was ordered into Selma's car, driven to her house and folded into her bed. I was awake just before the alarm went off in the dark at 5 am. Selma had my arm...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Kawaii, cuteness in Japanese culture, is literally translated to adorable, precious, lovable, or innocent. Lolita fashion, a Japanese fashion subculture, combines Victorian clothing from the Rococo period with gothic elements. The Lolita look consists of high heel/platform shoes, stockings, a bell shaped knee length skirt/dress, blouse/petticoat, and a fancy...
(Author's note: This story is an official entry into the 2013 Literotica Summer Lovin' contest. If you enjoy this little romantic tale, please make sure to vote and leave a comment if you wish. I also urge you to read all the other contest submissions; there is a lot of great talent on this site.) * * * * Heartbreak had faded, pain had ebbed. What had been...