Living at the Grad House and Charles Darwin is alive and well. In the mid 80s I was a graduate student, working on a Ph.D. in Sociology and living in an off-campus student residence house known simply as the Grad House. It was an old Victorian style building that was cold in the winter and, because there was no air conditioning, stiflingly hot in the summ...
I have rewritten this story. It was my first story on Literotica and after a lot of assistance from editors I feel I have been able to improve my writing. This story is 100% true with some minor changes to protect the innocent. * When I was in my early 30's I was required to travel to our head office once a month. I normally stayed for about a week at a t...
CHAPTER XII "Uh, that lip color really suits you, man!" Lars chuckled. James wiped roughly his mouth with the back of his hand, shooting him a murderous glance and Lars' smile faded within the second, while Jason just looked confused at both of them. "You focking okay?" Lars asked inn worry, detecting the rage sparkle in his eyes. James just paced anxiou...
The mirrored reflection revealed someone other than the demure 24-year old Air France flight attendant known to Monique's friends and family. Indeed, the tall 175 cm redhead, dressed fashionably in a red satin camisole and black skinny jeans, was no innocent bystander tonight. Rather, Monique embodied an alluring vixen who had ingratiated herself willingly w...
Chapter 1: Glass Doors On the otherwise dark and empty street, Jenny Sadow arched her back to work a cramp loose from her back. At five foot four, she enjoyed the extra two inches her high heels added to her height. The one problem she had with them was the ache to her back and legs the heels caused after a long day of practicing her cheerleading routines....
Now that I'd declared myself in charge of the investigation, it was time to get down to business. I pretended to be completely uninterested in Ms. Scarlet's impressive tits and my own moistening crotch. "We need to determine where everybody was when the power went out," I said. "Colonel Mustard and I were in the conservatory," Mrs. Peacock said. "I left to...
I was once a maid. A pretty good maid at that! Granted the maid service I worked at was more of a glorified fetish center and t was fully expected I sleep with the person renting me, but hey, it helped pay through college. I know most people just work at strip clubs or something, and I could have done it easily based on the fact I know my dick was bigger th...
Copyright 2002, 2003. All Rights Reserved. I didn't know anything about him except that his name was Brent, and that he was cute, funny, played the guitar and wore tight black pants. I liked his butt, and giggled about it to my girlfriends after track practice, on the plane, or on the bus on the way to competitions. They laughed at me, and went out on dates...
Earth-69 Peter tried to run the numbers on this. Force it into some kind of sense. And it did, all too easily. The loot Janice was stealing was a symbiote—just as contraband in this universe as anywhere else. When it was obvious she'd be captured, she'd made an unboxing video of it. Maybe she'd figured it would try to take him or Arana, go on a rampage,...
The door slammed shut. Terry looked up from the breakfast table as his wife Alison strode into the kitchen, whistling a happy, carefree tune. He'd been up all night worrying about her, but she obviously had had a good time, judging by her demeanour. "Morning, hubby," she beamed, planting a big kiss on his cheek. She threw her handbag to the floor and sat do...