I'm Eric. I'm around thirty, fit and healthy, with a good job. Not married and currently between girlfriends, a state that I don't expect to last for long. I live in a semi-detached house at the end of a court. I mention this because it means that apart from me and the couple next door, there are no passers-by. We do get the odd salesmen, but not many of th...
A low murmur echoed through the grand hall as music played softly in the night air and lords and ladies reveled in the nature of those who ruled with absolute power. Sitting upon a silver throne the high king surveyed the instruments of his power, his face stony and grim but his eyes gleaming with a desire for even more. Many lords requested an audience with...
I was having a dinner party for my husband Warren and our couple friend Brian and Lena. The four of us had these kinds of gatherings once a month, alternating between our house and theirs. As part of my role as Brian's perfect wife, I cooked delicious gourmet meals at every gathering we hosted, complete with cocktails. This time around however, I had a plan....
I don't know his name, but he's filled my dreams for the last month. I see him now and then when I do my laundry late at night. I've started referring to him as Mr. Laundry Hunk to all my friends. None of them seem to believe that he exists...but oh, does he ever. Rippling chest muscles, light blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes that make me wet every time...
We met on a blind date at a local sports bar. Tina, one of my co-workers, set it up. Her name is Cindy and she is cute and tiny, about 5 -- 1 or 5 -2 tops. Very cute, in fact, and confident. She smiled and reached out for a handshake. Wow, very firm. I think I winced and I saw her smile just then. We chatted for a while; she told me about her job at the g...
James Hunt was a successful man. He made fought his way through the bramble of people calling themselves photographers and found his place in the world of fashion photography. At a mere 29 years old, he lived in a beautiful flat in North London, appointed with designer furniture and all things nice. He even had a small collection of reasonably impressive art...
Stepping out of the gangway into the airport - our eyes meet. My heart leaps inside my chest at our first site. He's just as I remember, I hadn't forgotten his face or his bearing after all. We smile, he steps up to me and pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and breath his scent. Secretly, I want to cry - this is home - a familiarity that soot...
Rob leaned against the doorframe watching Susan vacuumed the living room. It was cleaning day and he had just finished working on the cars and was on his way to the shower. He stood watching his wife in nothing but towel and a smile. Susan had pulled her deep auburn locks in a ponytail. Rob loved her hair. In fact, it was those locks, which had first caught...
© fntsymn This is one of a series of short stories about Brooke, a Literotica reader who asked me to write some stories about her. She provides some of the facts of the story and the rest is my imagination let loose. I hope you enjoy the stories. And thank you Brooke, love you. * Brooke was walking down the street causing her usual commotion. She was wea...
Dear John, You'll have to take my word for it when I start this letter by telling you that I never thought I'd be writing a 'Dear John' letter. I'd much rather talk face-to-face. But I feel like my reasons for leaving you are so embarrassing - for you - that it's easier this way. And hey, your name is actually John, so how else am I supposed to address this...