Please see this announcement for full details about this special story challenge anthology. And without further ado - the stories! * Angel Unaware by blackrandl1958 Tell You Twice by Harddaysknight Not What You Think by woodmanone Fortune and Men's Eyes by dtiverson Lisa's Husband by laptopwriter Managing Expectations by PiperHamlin Obtuse by RichardG...
Some of Literotica's most beloved authors have come together to explore a powerful theme: Welcome to the New World Here's more from one of the organizers qhml1: "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Lord Acton put into words what has been seen since time immemorial. On August 19th Literotica readers will be treated to stor...
It took a funeral and a three-year-old child to pull the blindfold off my eyes and make me face what I really knew had been there for a while. I hadn't wanted to see it; I'd ignored it as long as I could but suddenly I was right up against it. The funeral was for my maternal grandfather, who died of a massive heart attack, and the three year old was my daugh...
Lyin' Eyes Ch 4 – Edited By Longhorn__07 ******** Author's Note: For those who see no chance of a straying wife rehabilitating herself and regaining her husband's love, please don't read any further. Take the first three chapters and save them, if you find them worthy of such, and let that be your complete story. Don't read Chapters 4 through 7 in this sto...
The stories and authors below were chosen by our readers as the best of 2019, in voting which took place here. Though these are not the only wonderful authors and stories on Literotica, they are worthy of praise and recognition. Thanks to all of the writers for providing us with hours of reading enjoyment, and to all of the readers for your input, support,...
Laura's Story: I stand in front of my mirror, staring wonderingly at me. I am as I've always been, if the image is to be believed. I'm still 5'5" tall; I have the same shoulder-length brunette hair, and green eyes. My complexion is still creamy smooth, though I'll be thirty years old this Fall. Those faint little freckles are still there across the bridge o...
It was a frosty, uncomfortable weekend between Laura and me. She'd come home in the wee hours of the morning and spent most of Saturday with a hangover so bad the slightest noise caused her pain. After suffering Laura's short temper for a time, Alyssa and I bailed out and went to the park and we didn't come home until after dinnertime. That didn't suit Laura...
The rest of that week and the next two were quiet around our home. Laura had cancelled all but Friday's night out on the town and Carl's agents confirmed the ladies went out to a couple of clubs and danced a while with pretty much anyone who asked. Everyone went straight home afterward. Brian was a good little boy and stayed home with his wife and children....
"I have a grandson," Carl announced. I glanced at him over the rim of the big mug of coffee. I had a feeling sometimes I was keeping Juan Valdez in business; the main office always had a huge urn of coffee brewed and I drank my share plus a little more. Lately, I had to switch to decaf in the afternoon or I went home to Alyssa with my nerves jangling and my...
Along with many others, I've had the story "How High A Price?" by The Troubador on my mind for a few years now. It's a classic. In that story, The Troubador invited others to supply their own ending for what he considered an unfinished tale. I'm not so sure it was, in fact, unfinished…but since The Troubador DID make the invitation, here's my contribu...