I wasn't well known for much in my building. Perhaps just being a quiet, respectful, and shy young man who kept to himself. I didn't have much friends either. At least, not in person. The quiet hours I spent playing MMORPGs with my guild kept me sane. That and the constant walks I went on whenever the monotony of remote work set in. I paid my rent in full on...
Eventually we all move to the living room to finish of the coffee and pastries Tim had brought in earlier. Ian and Andrea have dressed again, while Tim has his robe, but I remain nude, conscious of the fact that I am the only one in this state. Tim has me sit at the foot of his chair, his right hand resting casually at the base of my neck as he talks with hi...
Heed my warning! (I'm the author, BTW.) This is a bait and switch! Depending on your preferences-slash-proclivities (see tags), you may feel betrayed! Like I've pulled a fast one on you! WTF?! But, if you do happen to find this story even just a teensy-weensy bit fun and hot, well, who am I to judge? ; ) - CPHX * Jerry sucked in his breath as he stamped ou...
While in graduate school, sharing a rental house, I got to thinking about writing a letter to Mrs. Schmitt, my childhood friend's mom. I was avoiding my studies; I let my lurid imagination lead me to musing about sex. My cock twitched when I thought about Mrs. Schmitt making me eat her and blow my load on her tits. I thought back to her discovering me under...
It's only Rock 'n' Roll, but she likes it.So One More Time, For Old Time's Sake ... This story is based around real locations I experienced as a music journalist, the Festival, the Studio and the party venue are real, and although the characters are composites they are based around real people I encountered within that scene... Names have -- naturally, be...
Author's Foreword: Welcome back to one of my submissions. Thanks for the nice private comments. My usual warnings who are new to my work apply: First, this story part will make no sense unless the reader first reviews/reads the original part. Second, there is nothing here for skimmers who need a private place to enjoy Literotica publications. The errors are...
Shortly after the new semester started, a major decision was made at the Larsen house. The young folks—Paul, Kristen, Adele, and Curt—decided to rent a house of their own. With eight adults in Magnus's house, things really were getting a bit crowded—more for the older people than for the youngsters, since they had a lot of stuff that they had to keep in st...
Anya allowed Claire to take her arm and lead her further into areas of the school she hadn't visited before. She was still sniffing, walking slowly, as each step she took rubbed the fabric of her knickers against the welts on her bottom, reminding her forcefully of every stroke of the headmaster's cane. She had never been physically punished before, and had...
A story that is part Mature and part Romance. **** Prospect Road is a dead end street just outside of Albany, New York, and at the end of the row of modest bungalows was the residence of Esther Campbell. Esther had lived in the same home for most of her 62 years, but since the passing of her husband Henry three years ago Esther had been there alone, The pl...
Introduction. Here we are. You and I. Together in this special place out of the rain. The dusty air is thick with the aroma of storytelling as we make our way between row upon row of well-thumbed books that pack each straining shelf to the heavens. Book upon book stuffed with tales both fact and fiction. At the end of each row is a sign revealing the natu...