Melissa put a hand to her cheek and drew in a deep trembling breath. She'd called him Matt. So what? He'd persisted in calling her Lissy. Like he said, old habits died hard. But she knew it was neither the name nor the caress that had unnerved her so much. It'd been the surprisingly tender look in his eyes. The bathroom suite was the same faded yellow she r...
Agnes M. had been raped by her stepfather when she was 18. It wasn't violent, other than the pain of her maidenhead, but it did leave an emotional scar. To protect herself she developed what you might call tough scar tissue over everything associated with the act. And that most definitely included all sexual contact with boys or men. Her features weren't so...
My name is Troy Reid and at 25, I had worked my way up to Forman and had saved quite a bit of money. Before starting high school, I wanted to be a mechanic. I work my way through high school and beyond with an apprenticeship at the local shop and two years after my apprenticeship, I earn my ASE truck master. I decided I wanted to see some of the country,...
I haven't seen Liz since I dropped out of Rutgers three years ago, but she was always the sweetest dormmate. She never left a mess, she always helped clean up mine. She kept the noise and drama to a minimum, even with the revolving door of college hookups high-fiving each other on the way in and out of my bedroom. Plus, her own hookups swung towards girls --...
Totally a work of fiction. If you want reality, try another website. Thanks to Drbob80 for editing this story. This is my first fiction submission anywhere, so wish me luck as you start the read. High Society Beckons Her with a Slick Finger I read recently that when men and women are looking for a mate, they instinctively size each other up with regard to...
Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Twenty of Literotica's authors accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings." The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one week f...
I woke up, feeling warm, satiated and content. As I rolled over I reached out for her - and found nothing, just an empty place in the bed. I screamed from pit of my stomach and hurled myself from the bed. "Jesus Christ, Paul!" Annie yelled, dashing in from the bathroom, "What the fu..." She saw me, standing shaking against the wall. My heart was pounding an...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam - Statues and Obelisks. Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. - The Doctor We left the small village early in the morning and began following the road that led from the village. The road showed signs of not being used in the same manner as the stone path we had followed the day...
"I did warn you." They weren't as I remembered; her prominent bosom looked so touchable: adorably pert and incredibly kissable. Her cheeky smile and mischievous grin were exactly as I recalled. I stared up into her eyes just as I did all those years ago. We weren't even teenagers then. She had a tree-house away from the prying eyes of our parents and she w...
The South of France1751 Viviane threw herself back onto the brocade coverlet and pulled the curtains around the bed. "Why are we forced to stay in this...this hovel, sister?" Annaliese, looking mildly bored, glanced around the palatial room, taking in the silk wallpaper and gold-leafed molding at the ceiling. "It is beneath us, sister. Hopefully Papa will...