The early nineties was an interesting time for me. As an avid role playing game player, I was accustomed to a hobby dominated by boys and men. At 23, I was out of school and on my way in a new career. But then two things combined to bring a significant change for the time. First, the Goth culture had grown significantly in the United States, even if many peo...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
Time passed quickly and the kids grew like weeds. Our development continued to grow. We liquidated all of the real estate holdings except Islands Estates and Palm Coast. Marie stayed on at Islands Estates and started to teach Caroline to read and write. She applied for permission to school the children at home and soon Caroline was writing her own name and...
Author's Note: The following is Part 2 of a sequel to "The Dice Game" (https://www.literotica.com/s/the-dice-game-2). It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy. Part Two: A Sabine Evening It was dark by the tim...
The funny thing about time is the way it affects the memory, distorts it. I have memories that are only vague recollections. I see them in my mind's eye only in black and white, like a Saturday afternoon matinee on BBC2. Yet all this is fresh in my mind, burned on my soul forever. Ask my peers, and they might give you a different version. Do I care that my m...
Part 1 It was almost 7:30 in the evening as I made my way east on West 53rd toward my hotel when the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down. I didn't have an umbrella, of course, because - even though my hotel had complimentary ones - men don't use umbrellas...so they can get wet...because that makes us cool. But, instead of being cool, I decided to...
Authors Note: Once again this story is written due to a reader request. I have used fictitious names and the story is based on the talking points supplied by the reader. All characters are at least 18 years or older. Due to the length of the story it will be submitted in chapters. INTRODUCING ABIGAIL PETERS The year was 1957 and Abigail Peters was in her 1...
Coach Miller owned a farm eight miles outside of town. A long driveway led up to the five bedroom, two story Colonial. Two small ponds dotted the acreage; otherwise crops hugged the landscape for as far as the eye could see. Coach Miller leased the land to a neighbor who did the actual farming. Dean had only been to the house once before, a couple of years a...
For the past five years, Paula and I have gotten together for casual workday lunches to talk about life and work. We had actually worked together for a couple years, this being the beginning of our friendship. Over time, we got to know one another better, learning about our similarities and interests. We started sending each other provocative e-mails to ligh...
Mouth agape, I stood in the doorway staring at the man who—until ten seconds previous-- had been my boyfriend. The TV in the bedroom continued to moan and grunt with the unpaused porn video and from where I was standing I could easily see that his dick was still in her ass. SHE was—until ten seconds ago-- my best friend and she had at least had the graciousn...