It was a cold day in February. The weatherman had promised cold and a possibility of snow in the night, and Richard White (or Rick, as his friends called him) had gone to his grandparents' village for the day. He didn't want to be caught in a snowstorm, if there was going to be any snow, so he'd left the car at home and caught the early train. Then he took a...
During my first year of college, my best friend from high school and I were roommates. At the end of the academic year, we both headed back to our hometown to work and earn some money. Steve had caddied for years at the most exclusive country club in town and wanted to go back there for the connections, the outdoors, and the money. I was less directed and ha...
Once upon a time there was an old man who lived in a cave carved out of the south side of a mountain. The cave sat in the middle of 50 acres of forests and cliffs that the man owned. The exterior of his cave looked like any other jumble of rocks. The living room window consisted of a single 25 square foot piece of non-reflective glass coated on the outside w...
Travis wandered through the Megamart, heading on a roundabout path to the men's clothing department. He did it on purpose, cutting into the smaller aisles through the petites and women's departments, subtly sneaking peeks into the racks and displays of sleepwear, lingerie, and panties and bras of all sizes. Like other teenage guys, he already had a consuming...
Preface to Part Ten ***** This part is a bit on the short side. As I mentioned in the preface to part six, I originally started this story for myself and organized it as a simple linear series of dated entries. To satisfy the Literotica 1,500 word minimum I broke the story up into parts. To make the parts of reasonable size but still keep topics together,...
XLA Well-Rounded EducationKaren2063 It was with genuine affection that Karen gazed across the kitchen table at the hairs on Kevin's chest. She leaned forward and placed an open palm over them, entangling the tips of her fingers in its grey wiry forest. He was still damp from the shower they'd shared after making love together on the living room sofa. She ro...
When she died, I was lost. Drifted in a haze of sorrow. I don't remember when it first started, but I would take a piece of her clothing to bed with me to find comfort, to help me sleep. A scarf, a dress, a shirt she used to wear. It did bring comfort, a way to deal with the loss. I don't remember when I started wearing the clothes, only that it felt be...
This story is an alternative perspective of a story written by Captain_Ron, entitled "Elise and My Roommates". All events written here are my own interpretation. They match up with the original story, but tell it from Elise's point of view. I've gotten permission from Captain_Ron to publish this story, with the caveat that future chapters of his story may or...
Susan's asked to leave Hannah's spare bedroom in Hershey, PA. Susan sat on her twin, lumpy bed in Hannah's small, spare bedroom talking to herself through her tears. Albeit much better than living at the shelter, she was still unhappy nonetheless. Without having a car or money to travel anywhere, she felt much like a prisoner living in a 12' by 12' room in...
Note: This story is the thirty-sixth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I st...