(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. This story will make more sense if you start from the beginning, but hopefully, you can enjoy it anyways. All characters are 18+.) *** The walk back to class felt like the longest walk of my life. In the heat of the moment I was too stunned by what was happening to pay...
Chapter 1 Anne dropped the suitcase on the hotel bed with disgust. How many weeks on the road? The new sales job was killing her. She grimaced as she opened the bag to hang up her clothes. She knew what the contents would be and that thought twisted at her stomach. No time for laundry anymore, the contents were from the very bottom of her drawers at home an...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ** Waverly had imagined sleeping with Wynonna a thousand times, and each of those times she woke up alone. Reality was better than she could have possibly imagined, not only because of the sex which was somehow more amazing than she dreamed, but because when she...
If you haven't read "From Jeannie to Vanessa," you need to read it. Also, you need to read Chapter 1 of this story. These are NOT stand alone stories. ****** Chapter 2: Siller comes to call Siller stood in the doorway of the bedroom, an absolutely HUGE shit-eating grin on his face and eyes looking like they were going to jump out of his skull. Siller, (...
My wife looked at me, stricken. "It's yours?" she asked. I could only nod my head in shame. How had I brought us to this? She was holding up, of course, a lilac silk camisole. There was nothing like it in her wardrobe, and like any women finding another woman's clothes in her bedroom she had assumed the worst. Or maybe the truth was the worst, and her assump...
[Note: this story was the first I posted here at LIT – now more than a decade ago – and it was a catharsis of sorts, a working out of emotions overwhelming me at the time. I read it over a few months back and wanted to smooth out a few kinks, but it is otherwise little changed. This is a very short story about coming to terms, I think, with the unavoidable,...
with editorial assistance and encouragement from "Dark Mistress Absinthe" [ This account was originally written as a series of e-mails to a very close friend of mine, but I've consolidated them into a single story and changed some of the details in an effort to protect the slightly less-than-innocent. ] Truthfully, I have thought about my wife's feelings w...
I looked at her. I couldn’t believe her beauty. She was average height, had a pretty face, small, but firm and perky breasts (today I could see her plain white bra outlined against her white school shirt) and an arse to die for. It was by far her best feature—it was tight, round and had not an ounce of fat on it. She always accentuated it perfectly too, with...
Chapter 01: The Beginning I sat behind a desk. It had a lamp, a tablet, and a few pictures on it. Behind me on the wall were some paintings. Starry Night by Van Gogh. Haystacks, by Monet. Paintings that had brought me a lot of comfort over the years. I had a suit on, but no tie. I wanted to be comfortable, and I never liked wearing a tie. It wasn't a real...
This is my first story submission for Literotica. I trust you will enjoy it and would love to hear your feedback. A special thanks to volunteer editor Phone101 for her work on this. ** All characters in this story are 18 older ** ***** The knock on the door came as a surprise at first, but then I remembered that we had organized for Lilly from across the...