Chapter One I guess that I was slow to get into sex. Growing up as a teenager in the naughties, one would expect that I would be fucking away like a rabbit from the age of around 14. But it was on the eve of my 18th birthday before I found a fellow student willing to let me have access to her body. As first times go, it was nothing to write home about and...
Look up "best friend" in the dictionary; it'll have a picture of Katie there. Promise. When I left my now ex-husband three years ago...Katie gave me a place to stay. When I got discouraged with the job market available to ex-housewives in this high tech world...Katie kept my spirits up, and told me not to sell myself short. After seeing a sketch pad from an...
“We have the rent to pay. What are we going to do?”, I said to my husband, Bill. “I don’t know. I know we are behind in the rent. Maybe something will work out.” “You’ve been saying that for a long time. I know you couldn’t help from being laid off at your good job. But, I’m getting desperate.” “Betty, you know I’m trying. We’re both working at McDonalds...
Note: This story is a continuation of "Poolside: Ch. 03, Pt. 3." Originally appearing on Literotica on 09/07/03, but recently edited to correct several typos and other careless errors. * On Monday I had turned 23 tears of age and was preparing to return for my second year of graduate school. I was working as a lifeguard at the country club pool where I h...
She had fucked him once. It was a grasping, clutching, heated fuck that was over much too quickly, but the gigantic orgasm had gone on and on. She had never forgotten that fuck, but had never been able to put aside the guilt, either. She had cheated with him. There was no excuse for her behavior, but there was a reason. It was chemistry, pure and simple. The...
This is a fictional account with everyone over eighteen. *************************** I was out the door so fast Monday morning that I don't remember eating breakfast or even dressing. Though, it's possible it had nothing to do with how I hurried to work; rather my brain still trying to unravel my feelings for all the women I suddenly had in my life. The ir...
As I've mentioned, my preferred writing style is first person from the female POV. But lacking inspiration I've continued this series, which seems to be popular. A reader suggested I might write the next chapter from the POV of one of the girls. While group sex (or even shared partners) is not really my thing and I find writing in this genre a bit forced, I...
Gathering in Boston Chapter 9 - A Special Dinner After the last minute decision to move the special dinner to Boston, we were picked up at Logan in two cars. Emma and Emily were going touring with Beth in the new van. Anna had moved up our appointment with Sam and was taking me there. Amy was grinding out client work so she could go back to Vermont next we...
Chapter 07 At 8 pm on Friday the 16th September, I was watching a London train arrive at Piccadilly Station, searching for sight of Helen among the crowds alighting from it. She was among the last to appear, trying to cope with all her luggage. I ran forward, she dropped her bags and we embraced and got lost in a deep and lengthy kiss. She sighed. "Oh, I'm...
"Children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow." -Cotton Mather *** "Zoe," Michele said, "I don't think we should be doing this." A draft blew through the basement as both girls crouched on the concrete floor, still wearing bits and pieces of their trick or treat costumes. Zoe was dressed as a witch; Michele was her bl...