Copyright Oggbashan October 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Clang! Clang...
We were the best of buddies, all eight of us. We lived within three blocks of each other, went to the same grade school and high school. Greg, Joe, Larry, and myself, John, plus the four girls, Marsha, Cindy, Melissa, and Barb. Mostly we gathered at my house since we had a nicely finished basement. There were no secrets among us. The girls openly gossiped ab...
I would just like to say a massive thanks to you, the reader, for staying with this story through the first two instalments to this, the final part. For those of you who have stumbled upon this, it follows on from Lottie and Tom: Part 1 & Lottie and Tom: Part 2. For completion I suggest you read those before this. All characters are 18 or over. As always...
Chapter Five: Putting the Pieces Together Pacing in front of the large window behind his desk, Robert Armestead was worried. He hadn't heard from either Manelli or Silverman. Yesterday, he had sent them to follow McKenzie and, if the opportunity arose, introduce themselves in their usual fashion. He expected to hear from them yesterday evening but they neve...
Author’s Note: My deepest, most sincere appreciation goes out to Whispersecret and Tinman for taking the time to edit and critique my story. Without their help, "The Soiree" would not have made it to Literotica in its present form. I also want to thank my boyfriend for being so kind and understanding all those times I told him I’d rather write than go out wi...
"Ow! Goddamit! Fuck!" The rusted bolt Ray Peterson had been attempting to loosen on the 1934 Ford he was restoring abruptly broke loose, raking his knuckles against the vehicles frame. "Why didn't I wear the goddamn gloves?" he muttered, shaking his injured hand. Then he heard barely suppressed laughter; it sounded like a woman. "What the hell?" he mutte...
Day 5: The Plan On Friday morning, Jon was up bright and early—or, at least early, for despite Daylight Savings Time there was little sunlight to be had. Leaving his sleeping wife as he had the day before, he snatched a quick five-minute shower, hung some clothes on his body, grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, and drove to work. "You were saying yo...
Livinia ran her palms down her thighs nervously as she rushed towards the Court of the Sun. It had been four days since she had seen Belcarm and she was running terribly late. She had sent him a letter the day before to confirm that she would still be meeting him, but she hadn't foreseen that her business at Mount Hyjall would run so late. She hadn't gotten...
I've been kicking this story around for a couple of years, and I finally got it finished. This is my entry for the 2014 Literotica Winter Holidays Story Contest. It takes its title and inspiration from the classic 80s song by the Waitresses. Please leave a comment or send me an email, and don't forget to vote! ************* Bah, humbug! No, that's too str...
This is a thinking person's story. If you are looking for a shallow sex or a physical BTB story DON'T READ THIS. It does contain sex and adultery as well as some payback. I think this is an original storyline. I haven't read all the stories here so if this isn't an original concept, I apologise in advance both to the author and for wasting reader's time....