It was a sad day when a woman Jan admired, friendly neighbor Channel, died. She was the woman who did all the parties on their street, made great deserts and kept her husband, Harold, always happy. For a few months Harold seemed so despondent, his adult children had come there for a while, but had to get back to their families. Jan had often played at th...
I sit across from you wondering if you are thinking the same things I am thinking. I watch your chest rise and fall as you talk and joke with everyone around us. I see your blue bra peeking out from under the edge of your tank top. I want to run my fingers along those edges eventually pulling what lies beneath into view. I wonder if you are thinking the same...
Mary, such an old-fashioned name. I don't particularly like the name, but it suited her, because nobody particularly liked Mary. It wasn't her looks, she was actually rather pretty, when she smiled. Unfortunately she rarely smiled, smiling wasn't part of her repertoire. She'd been a barmaid at the pub for quite a while longer than most of us. Most of us wer...
This story is dedicated to a wonderful Literotica reader. May all her dreams come true. Enjoy her story. Kim walked off the plane with a little apprehension. She and her husband were going to Hedonism. The apprehension wasn’t what might take place, but what her husband would think when they got there. Kim had made these plans. He thought they were going to...
Liz and Andy had a favorite little bar in town. They had spent many evenings at this bar just enjoying the scenery while drinking a couple adult beverages. And what scenery it was. The bartenders were all very cute, and Liz and Andy had become friends with most of them. One bartender in particular, Natalie, had become really good friends with Liz and Andy....
This is all fan fiction, it is not meant to take real. All characters in this story are above 18. *** Cara Delevingne and Kendall Jenner had been besties for a long time, there were even rumors the two dated. But neither of them ever confirmed it so it was up to people's imagination. However Cara spent a lot of time at the Kardashian mansion, she was like...
My name is Linda Blain. I am an established fashion designer in my mid forties. Alistair, my late husband, was a psychologist .he'd developed a very successful private practice. We lived in a charming Devon country home by the river Fen near Fenley in the early eighties, a beautiful unspoilt typically English village situated just three miles away from our h...
This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Many thanks to Michael B for the fine editing work. Many thanks to blackrandl for organizing and including me...
We began the relationship slowly, cautiously. Larissa had been divorced for two and a half years, myself for nine months. She had been with one other man in that time; I had been with myself. We each had kids. We each were busy, very busy. We each bore scars. We met at our daughter's soccer games in South Pasadena, a very contented upper middle class town...
Penelope had totally forgotten about the Auction. Her life was too hectic, too rushed to allow her the luxury of ordinary events. Thinking back, she realized it had all begun years ago, in college. Her freshman roommate, Katherine, was her antithesis. They spent the first few weeks warily circling each other, not to sure how to co-exist in the tiny cell of...