Finding a place in the city is rough sometimes for a good place honestly and I spent two years in a real shitty studio apartment with not even a laundry room in the building and just no room or increasingly no room. And my luck turned around after I won money. Seriously there's a 50-50 draw at work and just sort of on a whim I put my name in and I won. Not...
Father Mallory closed his eyes to escape the trigonometry papers he was grading. He stretched his neck out the window. He watched the students leaving campus for the day. It was a late October afternoon. Even though the foliage was on the decline, the temperature was in the mid-60s. He watched some of the girls roll their knee length skirts up to their upper...
Two Weeks Later....... A lazy Wednesday afternoon found Valerie Benchkoff piddling around the house, washing a few dishes, making out a grocery list and trying to decide what to fix for dinner. Gazing longingly out the window above the sink, at the same marvelous view of the backyard, barn and endlessly stretching fields that she had grown to love over the...
Just a few more swipes of paint on this closet door and I'll be done painting this apartment. Then I'll clean up all the painting crap and get everything out of here, do some more cleaning and polishing, and this apartment is finally ready for rental. It had been just another apartment to prepare ...just another tenant moving in soon. There have been so ma...
Junie had barely come to live with her new owners when ugly reality intruded on their idyllic world. Her search for a Master had caught the attention of a serial killer and she had barely escaped being his next victim. He was caught and facing trial; but now Junie had to testify. The whole idea of leaving her new home was more than she could bear to think ab...
Author's Note: I wrote Hurricane Season in the first person, but it was not about me. Two days after Hurricane Season appeared on Literotica, Hurricane Irene (which was already a powerful hurricane when I began writing Hurricane Season) hit us much harder than anyone expected. I am writing this for my husband, Will, who is staying at home with no power while...
Growing light, coming out of the long sleep. Lobsang wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious after the crash: it must have been days. It was a twenty by thirty room he found himself in, dank and fetid with the stink of several unwashed men. A distance light source, that grudgingly illuminated. A face noticed he was awake. An older face, creased and wrin...
Alana lay on the exam table in the doctors' office. She had been seeing Doctor John Cox for as long as she could remember, and it seemed even longer since she was nearing her forty-second birthday. Today was one of those yearly female check-ups that all women hate and despise. She wasn't worried about the Doctor looking up her insides, but she was worried...
I awaken to the sunrise and remember having dug my grave. After that horror fades from my mind, I smile as the memory of my Nazi captor penetrating every one of my orifices. I am lying in bed next to him, naked, shivering in the morning cold. He is still asleep, naked also, lying on his stomach, snoring loudly. His right hand is wrapped around the handle of...
Chapter 4 — Time of Reckoning September 1973 Jim had learned over the years that there times when he would do things and have second thoughts afterward. When that happened he would think over what he should have done and faced up to the consequences of his own acts. "Thunderpussy is sure mad at you," Rich told him as he slurped down a cup of coffee. He...