CHAPTER 1 The lithe and cutely breasted blonde, who fitted her jeans curvaceously, called loudly in a small bar in Central Otego in the South Island of New Zealand, "Where can a girl get some action around here?" She was ignored by the twenty or so men in the bar because she was 1)Female 2)American 3)Loud 4)And the guys were either married or in a relati...
(Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who the...
There are some things you don't need to know and this is one of them. Before 15th February 1971, in Britain we had pounds '£', shillings 's', and pence 'd' (denarii). 12 pence in a shilling, 20 shillings in a pound. We also had guineas – 21 shillings to complicate matters further. The penny was divided into 2 halfpennies (pronounced haypny), and 4 farth...
Chapter 07: Odyssey Jeannie boarded the bus in Omaha, excited to be finally moving to New York City and starting her dream. In her hand, she was clutching her tickets to New York and a catalogue from a school in New York that offered a fashion design degree. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her newly enhanced chest. Unlike the clothes which Jean...
Sam picked up the phone after the first ring. It was early and Gloria would not be in for another half hour. "Foster," he said cryptically. They call this early, they better know who they're calling. "Sam, it's Brady. Sorry to call so early but the clerk of the court just called to tell us, the final decree was signed. We have a messenger on the way to pic...
(Author's Note: My thanks to Allan, one of my very best fans, for supplying me with the wonderful idea for this story!) Hi, my name is Julia Strom. I am nineteen years old and a Scorpio. That's supposed to make me automatically sensitive, secretive, powerful, and most importantly, hyper sexy. But I don't believe all that astrological crap and neither shou...
50 Steps – III We walked out of the Waldorf as a busload of Japanese tourists disembarked and entered the hotel, winding our way through the maze of suitcases being unloaded onto the sidewalk and, since the street was pretty much deserted at this time, jaywalked across. "Doesn't Rome look lovely like this? Quiet streets, moonlight. And it's not hot," I ca...
Author's note: reaction to my first story for Literotica (Kelly's Gift) was mostly encouraging, so I have written another one - actually this idea was one which I nearly went with for my debut. As before it is a mixture of fact and fantasy, although with more of the latter this time, and I welcome constructive comments - I hope you enjoy it. Finally, compare...
'Buck House' = Buckingham Palace (The hovel H M the Queen inhabits in London) Chapter Twenty Sunday 3 January 71 A week may be a long time in politics as Harold Wilson opined, but that week between Christmas and New Year was longer by far. On Sunday the 3rd of January I sat in my armchair in my empty flat, or at least it felt empty even though Colette w...
VII JILL EVERY BOOK should have an ending. That might be very difficult to accomplish in this case, though, because our story is far from over new people, new adventures, new pleasures are always just around the corner. However, in a sense, three things provide a climax of sorts, at least two of them being sufficient to wrap up any loose ends of our life...