It's a casual Tuesday night and we meet up for dinner after work at one of our favorite understated restaurants. As usual Niko arrives early, and I'm running a few minutes late. By now I've become a lot more punctual and he, a lot more understanding. It's been seven years since we met in college, and two since we moved out to San Francisco together to build...
Chapter Three: Door Number One -------- By the time they had made it up the stairs, Alice could already feel her palm grow damp from the sweat of nervousness, clutched as it was within the mystery woman's grasp. She had followed a half-step behind her new friend, heading up the stairs of the modest home, her eyes drifting along the other's frame. The myste...
I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure no...
You are bound to the bed, completely immobile although you can move your head somewhat. Silk neckties are binding your wrists and ankles to the headboard—leaving you spread wide open, completely accessible and vulnerable. Your head and shoulders are slightly elevated by the pillows piled beneath. A black silk scarf is tied around your head, covering yo...
The windows had been painted shut during the summer break, and a late showing of summer in September was making the air turgid and soporific. Thirty-one children fanned themselves with their exercise books, feigning interest in the lesson, allowing their heads to drop to the desk. Our teacher had stopped talking as it was futile competing with sound of the...
F5: Mystery Night (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author...
Prologue As soon as he enters a room he's noticed. He walks by you, looking you over. Your eyes meet and you're immediately drawn into him. There's just something about him that you can't pull away from. But then he looks at you again. This time more intensely and you immediately know what drew you in- it was his electric eyes. His eyes drew you in like mot...
I love my body and, as the years pass and pass, I find my self always impressed with it's growth. I am bit thin but definitely bulked up. I have some nice facial hair growing and my other hair is looking pretty good. I was admiring myself through a mirror in a bathroom at the Barstow County Train Station when I went into an old stall and reminisced on past...
The moment she caught his eye, he knew he wanted to know more about her. The hotel's bar was dark, cold, and lonely tonight. Derrick looked around the dimly lit area. The bartender, an older gentleman, slowly made his rounds covering the bar. He would occasionally refill the beer glass of a balding, flushed face man in a $100 looking suit who looked like he...
This is a true story. Names and places changed or negated. Warning: I'm not a writer so if you want to help me please do! ***** Brad and I were college sweethearts, and we finally tied the knot. We had just gotten married and were on our way to our tropical honeymoon. The day couldn't get any better (or so I thought). Brad was always my dream husband. I...