Chapter 6 -- The Forgotten Memories I saw myself as a small girl, playing with my friend Mandy at the beach. It was like I was watching my life on a television screen or a movie. I suddenly remembered this event. I was five and it was my first trip to the beach. The scene changed and I was in elementary school, playing hopscotch with some other kids, when a...
Hey I'm New to Literotica , This is my first time writing so give me a break...lol But all productive criticize is welcomed. Clementine Rose She woke up suddenly; covered in sweat she sat up straight in her bed looked around her dark small bedroom everything was where she had left it and nothing looked out of place. These dreams would be the death of h...
On the drive home I couldn't help but reflect on the events that had just taken place. I wasn't the type of woman that usually succumbed to events like that in the theater. I knew for a long time I enjoyed sex, but I also knew I wasn't simply a bimbo that used my body to get what I wanted. I was a successful elementary school teacher. I had an education an...
It was 1983. I was 9 years old, attending Crownton Elementary School. Mrs. Enton was my 3rd grade teacher. She was a tall, young, attractive, red-haired woman, but I wouldn't have known it at the time. Geez, c'mon, I was 9 years old! Girls had 'cooties' and were avoided, lest your best friends think you liked them. So, as my 'homeroom' teacher, I attended...
All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! A/N: With the prologue out of the way, the real fun can begin!...
Its the 2nd week of September and back to school for the kids again. As usual, I walk my youngest son to the schoolyard for dropoff. Today is the 2nd day of class and I actually enter the yard with the other parents so I can drop off some class fees with the teacher. I usually drop him at the gate and go on my way to work without stopping in, but today I con...
I'm the little girl formally known as my daddy's Silver Belle. I was named after a Christmas song and was raised to do everything except the things I wanted to do. My parents had complete control over me for so long, but finally I began to rebel against their charming ways. My name is Belle, I am eighteen years old and I've made many changes. I used to belie...
Angela Knox stood in her walk in closet, shuffling through her clothes wondering what she was going to wear. It had been a few days since her daughter had handed her the letter from Mr. Smythe requesting a parent teacher conference. She was nervous, not because of what the conference was about, because her daughter was very studious with good grades. She wa...
"Edgar Allan Poe was a writer in the 19th century who exemplified the American..." The opening sentence of what seemed like the millionth essay on Poe droned through my head as I tried to convince myself that it was actually worth it to pay attention to the remainder of the essay. "Next time, kill me if I use Poe as an example for anything ever again," I mut...
My name is Brandy Wells, and this is my story. I'm 32 years old, of mixed race, and have always loved and been loved by men and women both. I have never had to work much, and I suppose you could say the closest description of my occupation would be a professional student. I was raised by loving and permissive parents, an only child. My father was a talen...