All of the characters in this story are completely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. Also all of the characters are well over the age of 18 - in fact the youngest is nearer 28. ***** Later on Wednesday Afternoon Anne Glenson was most certainly not in the best of moods. She hated being kept waiti...
All of the characters in this story are completely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. Also all of the characters are well over the age of 18 - in fact the youngest is nearer 28. I have posted this elsewhere but if you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. ***** Wednesday Morning "...
I finally sleep with the smell of that new book in my face. Only about twenty pages to go when my eyes closed forcefully with the light still on, the print blankets my face. Waking up where I left off some six hours earlier the story is finished. Supposedly a novel a day keeps the shrink wrapper away, my theory in high school. No, I do not want to meet with...
The National Weather Service was predicting a steady decline in temperature along with light snow flurries for the next five to seven days. However, as the storm that was pummeling the east coast began to worsen, so did the snow and the winds in Ohio. By Sunday evening, Akron's snowplows had fallen so far behind schedule that only the main highways; through,...
Phoebe knelt before Marigold, trying to get over the latest pain she had inflicted. Only Mistress Marigold could think of turning a lamp or a light on and then removing the hot bulb and burning it against Phoebe's flesh! And of course humiliating poor Phoebe by introducing her, naked, to another woman. Phoebe's first dominant Mistress, Lady Ottakar, had mad...
All of a sudden it became quiet in the room as I was instructed to open the front door. There were half a dozen teenage girls, including my Mistress Teri, watching and waiting. There I was, in my pink nightie, fully made up and completely hairless on my body. There stood my ex wifes lover. "Well what do we have here?" he sneered. The contempt in his voice w...
She had been lonely for so long and had hid it so very well. His soul had suffered needlessly for so long but he too, had covered his sadness. There was a fragility beneath their strong exteriors that only a few could see although many sensed their restless spirits. It was inevitable that the two should meet, they each knew that someone was waiting, each kno...
Author's Note: They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery... Oggbashan, who is Literotica's King of the Fifteen Fifty-Word Stories, gave us all carte blanche to adopt his model when he won the 2006 How-To Contest with his "How to Write a Fifty-Word Story" essay. I can only hope I did the genre justice half as well as he does. (And believe me, I now...
It is estimated, that in 2004, the self-help market rose from $5.7 billion to a high $8.56 billion. In 2008, researchers say it will have reached over $12 billion in sales. Why are we constantly looking for the quick-fix to ourselves? When did it become so much more depressing to live than to be dying? When did our preschoolers become the largest growing ma...
I must have dozed off like that, because the next thing I remember was hearing the bathtub drain. There was no telling who looked in the window and saw me laying there on my back, your strap-on protruding from my ass. Or if any pictures were taken. Or video -- would I end up on one of the adult versions of Youtube? I heard you calling me as the last of the...