A personal story written about and for Literotica member PatheticJamie. This was requested by her and was written with her full permission. As Jamie checked into the low-budget hotel with its drab décor, the receptionist caught her eye. Jamie knew this woman. Of course, she'd gone to high school with her, where she mercilessly bullied and humiliated her at...
**All Characters in this Story are at least 18 years of age.** * High school was never really easy for me. I was (and still am) your stereotypical nerdy guy. I'm about 5'10, pale skin, dark hair, and wear a pair of thick rimmed glasses. The kind of guy you would expect to be sitting around with his friends playing Dungeons and Dragons. Which ironically, is...
The characters are all seniors in high school meaning 18. * The sign read "Mandatory Assembly All Students 3rd Period" and underneath it said bold letters "Subject: Fighting on school property". Katie read it as she walked into school and was nervous whether this would require her participation. Katie, Short for Katelyn, was class president of the senior c...
I saw Mr. and Mrs. French stopped at the light where Southgate crosses Euclid Avenue and becomes Hill Street. Before they put up a stoplight, there was only a stop sign. Euclid Avenue was called Nicolas. Back then, Mr. French's old Plymouth, with its huge fins in the back, would have still attracted attention. I was probably the only one who noticed it today...
To continue with my true story; So here I am standing at the alter of her church with a priest and my four friends. The best man and three ushers. She is walking up the aisle in her designer wedding gown at the arm of her father. He is spending thousands upon thousands of dollars for this formal wedding and reception. My parents are spending nothing which a...
Monica yawns walking into work, 5'7'' slender fit body, long athletic legs, curvy hips with a round thick bubble butt, slender tiny waist, blue eyes, short pixie haircut and skin as pale as ivory. Another early morning decorating cakes at the grocery store near her new house. The same day as the last 3 months worth at her new job. As she prepares to start sh...
I stood at the top of my casino penthouse whiskey in hand deep in reminiscence. This was the first time in almost 8 years that I had returned to my home city to see my family and friends. I had left this down beaten city at the end of high school to chase the real money in silicon valley. If I'm entirely honest, I didn't see myself ever coming back here but...
Chapter 7 Hero to the Rescue This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. When we had left the room, Janny grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. She said, "I'm proud of you. I don't believe in violence because I've seen what it can do to people. But you were willing to stand up for people y...
Nye watched the retreating back with wide eyes, unconsciously plucking at his sleeve. He felt... numb. Excitement, nervousness, eagerness, fear and, yes desire warred within him to the extent that, given his already fragile state, the net result was nothing, a deep empty numbness. He did pull himself up a little straighter in the seat, made an effort, despit...
Diary Entry 16/01/2012 They say as boys grow up all they think about is sex and pussy. Seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, it's always on their minds. In this case, the boy is a girl and that hot juicy pussy is a long, hard dick. But not just any ol' dick. Oh no! There's one special dick belonging to one special man I desire. A...