He was up against a deadline but she had other ideas. This is entirely a work of fiction. FELIX He sweated over the deadline. The publisher had finally lost patience and his agent was on his back so here he was, holed up in a beach house located in this deserted out of season resort. He got up, he wrote, he snacked then wrote again, he went out to eat di...
For technical reasons, I had to change the title. This is part two of my story called "Must you Solve Everything with Sex?" ***** Charlie woke up, turned the lights on, and started to get dressed. I struggled to keep sleeping, but he made no effort to be quiet. He finally got out of our bedroom, but he didn't turn the lights out, neither did he close the d...
copyright Nora Quick 2012. As always, I welcome and comments and all feedback! ______________________________________________ Licking his lips Carlos Mencia had to resist the urge to put his hand on his pulsing erection and relieve the aching need there. When he closed his eyes he saw her just as he'd left her, so perfect with her white skin crisscrossed...
Pain is when your life has been flowing out between your fingers. When you see reflections in other's eyes of a landscape bleak and rainy and hope has passed you like a bus in the middle of nowhere. Pain is when time has become so unimportant that minutes, hours, days, seconds, sit in laundry piles on the floor, uncounted. Unclaimed. Forsaken. She shivers....
Mia was tingling with anticipation as she entered the elevator with her two interns. As chief writer at 'Style' magazine, it had been the coup of the year for her to land an interview with the newly crowned Queen of the music industry -- Brianna Caley. The elevator took them to the top floor of this skyscraper, to Brianna's very own penthouse. They were met...
Firstly, I want to express my heartfelt appreciation for the many Constant Readers who have sent me compliments on my stories using Literotica feedback instead of posting comments. Your kind words meant a lot to me, allowing me to continue to write despite the hateful and meaningless comments like "cuck shit" and "diseased whore from a few misogynist cretins...
Family reunions are always an ordeal. They don't happen like they do in the movies. They aren't joyous gatherings of long lost family members who are just so happy to see each other. In real life, it's a girl like me surrounded by a hoard of aunts screeching at each other and laughing, drunk uncles playing pool and talking about sports and pretentious cousin...
Trigger warning: it's a rape survivor's story. So it can be dangerous to wear your identity on your sleeve if you're a polyamorous woman. Men can think if you're not spoken for, you won't refuse them. And even if you do refuse, who's going to complain? Only you – and we all know how much that counts. But then, when you think about it, that's only one ve...
(Note: This part deals with the lead up to a D/s relationship. Skip it if you are after steamy sex scenes:) * Clutching my latte in a death grip, I navigated the maze of wobbly tables and sunk into the chair opposite Jack. He didn't look happy. He was hunched over a half-eaten plate of pasta, frantically punching at his phone's keypad. "Fuuuck," he hissed...
"The time has come....." the Walrus said, I have read loads of stories on this site and enjoyed so many of them that I thought I should start collating random parts of my past. I do this for nobodies benefit but mine own. I am new to the principles of writing for others entertainment so treat me gently! I hope I get better at this The city of London in Engl...