I woke up that morning on the floor stiff and cold. Sholanda and Darnique were both cuddled together, snoring loudly, in my bed. I got dressed and left for work. A few hours later I called home to tell Sholanda that my boss gave me the afternoon off. It was already eleven but I guess that I woke her up. A little after one I pulled into my parking space an...
Chapter 2: The Lady Vice Captain's Year I guess my first cause for concern was at the Drive In for the new Captain & Lady Captain. Tradition had it the Drive in was held on the first Saturday of the New Year. The format was that Captain and Lady Captain would jointly host a mixed fun competition, followed by an evening meal and entertainment. At the end o...
Hello everyone this is suraj. I thought of penning this real encounter again because I received enormous responses liking my story. So I'm going to narrate this real story again and hope you all like it. The story goes like this after I completed my study in Delhi and I was coming home. It has been years since I did not come home and when I knocked at the g...
Author's note: In case you're not familiar with Literotica, it may add to your enjoyment of this story to know that the lady whose image adorns the home page of this site is named Erica and her exploits can be found in the chain story, "Memoirs of a Lady". Every Lit Down in Lit-ville Liked Litmas a lot... But the Troll, Who lived outside of Lit-ville, Did...
The machine hums slightly and then deposits me in a sort of misty hallway with room doors down each side. There is a sort of not-quite-there aspect to the entire structure that gives a man pause. However, the not-quite-there aspect is why R. Richard, author, is here. I step out of the contraption that brought me here, taking the key. The Trans-Dimensional T...
This is a true account of how I became the foot/shoe/boot slave to a very attractive young lady. The lady in question was the Assistant to the Dean of Students at the university where I taught. I am a 62 year old, retired college professor. I have a PhD in Communications and had taught at the university level until my retirement, a few years ago. For as lo...
When most people think of cleaners, if they think of them at all, they see them as oddities and dullards. They see cleaners as simple people with simple lives and simple dreams. They don't realize that they're complex people just like them. The man or woman whose job entails cleaning an entire building has aspirations, dreams and goals, hobbies and achieveme...
As I stood in front of this beige-ish-gray brick building, I thought I was going to kill that bitch. If this rundown neighbourhood wasn't a clue I was in the wrong place, the nearly derelict building had to be. I knew the gender pill was too good to be true. Take a pill and the next morning you would wake up as the opposite gender. But still, I had hoped. Sa...
Late Summer, 1889 As the carriage rolled to a stop, Catherine Wright peered through its foggy windows, barely able to make out the tall, ionic pillars that marked the entrance to the country's finest museum. Even through the evening mist, she could she it: gleaming limestone, manicured lawns, and an ornate, wrought iron fence. With a curiosity not becom...
"Go and fetch the Lady Beatrice," Jacqueline said. "See to it that she's clean and dressed, and fit to meet her family." "You wish me to do this? I am no maidservant." Constance gestured to Marie, where the chestnut-haired girl was sleeping curled in a tangle of linens on the floor, in Constance's makeshift bed. "Why not Marie?" "Be sensible, Constance," s...