Maria Rios O'Flannery was the admin for the Marketing director, who officed two doors down from me. She was a medium height girl of Cuban descent with long dark hair as black as mine but natural; deep brown eyes, and tan skin. She dressed well but not in a flashy manner, usually conservative skirts and shirts and jackets and flats or low heeled shoes. Her s...
I couldn't imagine why Erin would have wanted to make sure that I was going to be at Ellen's party. It had been almost five years since she had dumped me in high school and she was engaged to be married in just over a year. We had stayed in touch throughout college, but I still harbored some resentment for her abrupt termination of our relationship. My fea...
So this is what I remember.... We got into the hotel room. The Westin. I had only visited there once before, but never to sleep. The bed was a huge white cloud. I flopped on it, trying not to feel butterflies. Chad went to get ice for our drinks, and in the meantime, I busied myself with unpacking my toiletries in the bathroom. When Chad returned, I poured...
I had popped into a cafe for a cup of tea to while away the time as I was awaiting the camp bus. It had been a fruitless night, the women had not fell for my ruthless charms, not as they ever did. My mates were forever telling me I would dip out in a Soho Brothel. 'This someone's seat?' 'No, Mate. Help yourself!' 'Obviously you didn't click with a lady-f...
I'd like to take a quick moment to acknowledge the Literotica community's positive comments and votes for my debut story, Group Camping. Thank you!! This story involves the same people with the same narrator -- Sal -- as before. Enjoy! +++++ Before you go judging me you should know: I'd had a really shit day. A classic alarm clock failure had me running...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although s...
Sven was enjoying the rare occasion when he got the apartment to himself. Mimi was working late on a new campaign for a kitchen company and wouldn't be back until much later. He opened the fridge and took some water off a shelf. It was 10:30 already and she still wasn't back. Sven shrugged to himself and flipped open a magazine that lay on the counter. His p...
Charlene was back on the street again, exposed in her skimpy, stretched out brown knit dress, which was now filthy with dirt, sweat, and come stains. It was four thirty. She figured she was less half an hour from home by foot if she didn't dawdle in alleys again. She was walking almost normally now. Her pelvis was more or less back to normal, even though it...
Dear Dirty Diary, My darling husband returned today after his five day, late September fishing trip to Schooner Lake. After thorough questioning it turned out he'd gotten a little apprehensive being all alone up there amongst the wailing loons and spirits of dead Algonquin Indians. He swears there's some kind of energy around the fire pit on the island that...
Chapter 1 "I was thinking of making it a surprise party, but I'm no good at keeping secrets from you," Sandy told his wife Marla. She kissed his cheek. "You're right about that," she laughed. "But I'm glad you told me anyway, I might have planned something else that night since it's actually two days after my birthday." "Well, I figured Saturday night was...