Author's Note: My most enjoyable project as of late, this is a very talkative piece with the emphasis on new friendships and that certain chemistry. It's very dialogue driven, carefully paced, and might feel a bit like a sitcom at times. All characters are over the age of 18! ***** 1 Aaron Bench had brought a new girlfriend to the party. Yes, another one...
With a sigh of relief, Collin Braxton watched the last car pull out of the parking lot, ending a very long day. A glance behind him at the pile of baseball equipment still to be packed up reminded the junior high school teacher that his day still wasn't over, but the blond haired twenty-six year old would settle for the last of his after-school charges being...
Yvonne was suspicious of Tom since seeing him with Karen. She wasn't sure if she was jealous or simply curious. She knew she didn't like him talking to the new well-built voluptuous neighbor and it was apparent he took an interest in her that she hadn't noticed earlier. Tom went about his business, taking a shower and finally sitting down to review overdue...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a submission for the Winter Holidays contest. I had to hurry and finish this to get it done in time. Would have made it longer, but I'm sure you'll like it anyway. If you do, make sure to vote! * Fatigue set in well before the last shot, which seemed to take forever. Those of us not wrapped for the night stood shivering in the night...
Do I really need to describe our village in the Kaatskills? I think not, for Diedrich Knickerbocker said it all when he told the tall tale of my ancient relative Rip. Not that I'm closely descended from Rip, quite distant in fact, but then us Van Winkles are an extensive tribe, at least in the these mountains. Now, life in these parts being generally dull,...
Copyright (c) 2003: All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. Writer's Note: Why does our society, which values professional counseling and training, leave sexual training to chance? What if inexperienced young men were mentored by sensitive mature women?...
I sat by my fire ring with a simple fire burning on this cool November day. My fire ring was hidden by bushes from the street twenty five feet away in two directions and privacy fence on the third side. The south side was open to my front yard. Most people didn't even know it was there if they didn't go out at night. Like most evenings, I burnt a fire just t...
I don't want to open my eyes. It feels so peaceful and warm lying in my bed listening to the rain falling on my roof. The little drops create a rhythmic pattern, a song if you will as they plummet and splash one by one. You may be hard pressed to appreciate the rain. Maybe you don't see the beauty in a sky painted in shades of gray, may consider it bleak o...
This is a follow-up to the very first story I submitted here, “Carnival.” Yes, it’s a story, with conversation in between the orgasms and everything. Stroke purists just need to be patient. There’s plenty of good stuff and you will come to it. At least, I hope you do. So here it was Saturday night, and I was sitting in a church I don’t go to, listening to m...
This is my take on a story by a fellow Literotica author SerialScribbler who I have contacted and advised I am doing this. He has approved and is looking forward to it. It is completely different. * "Mummy," cried our grandson Joe, a little distressed, as we entered the ornate front door, pulling at Mike, my husband's hand as he had done all the walk. "Sh...