Amanda said it would be difficult. She was wrong. The modern world isn't like the one she was born into in 1740. In the 21st century the people living next door usually can't describe their neighbours, let alone tell you their names. No. I wasn't rich. Not in the beginning, but that wasn't a problem. Amanda took care of our sleeping arrangements and she wa...
I walk up to the door retrieving my key from beneath my left breast. My fingertips like ice from the December air cut a chilling path along my skin. Nothing in this world ever feels as solid as this particular key. I break out in goose flesh as I place the key in the lock. My breath catches as I set my bag down in the snow. It is the same every time. Key i...
0://Pre-Production Kip's Blog: I always knew I was different growing up. I know what they try to teach you in kindergarten, that everyone is different and everyone is special. That's not the kind I mean. I don't even mean the kind of special because I couldn't hear, and I was fitted with large, colorful hearing aids before I even nailed down the alphabet....
Week Five: "Pride goeth before the fall" The Phoenix Saturday Market was located just off one side of downtown, several pedestrian-only blocks cordoned off for a huge array of craftspeople and artisans. Trin and Woofer spent the morning meandering around them, alone. Violet had yet again declined to come, and after she explained to James where she was goin...
The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country wher...
John Lewis on a Tuesday morning was surprisingly empty, given the season. Not the most street credible place for buying a new case for Cyril, but we headed for Electrical on the top floor anyway. Enjoying the trip on the escalator, I cupped your tight little bum beneath your coat, caught a sniff from the back of your neck, and remembered lovely things. The...
Author's Note: This was written for a Short Story Competition so it had to be 1,000 words or fewer. All characters are over the age of 18. ***** "Dad, can I have five dollars?" "Sure, Monica, my wallet is in the beach bag over by the cooler." Mr. Geller watched his daughter walk toward the cooler, proud at how well she had grown up. "Bring me another bee...
The invitation read: You are cordially invited To attend a Martini and Adult Toy Party!!! The party date is Friday, September 26, from 7-10pm The location is Susan's house -- you all know where she lives -- same address as the Tupperware Party!! R.S.V.P. to my Email * I checked the final count in my email and sent it to Ruth's email so she would kn...
"All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."--John Masefield, "Sea-Fever" (1902) I. "Did they explain why?" "Come to bed." "Did they say anything at all? A hint?" "It's exactly what you think." "O ... fucking hell. And you're going?" "Yes." "When? How much time do we have?" "Hours ... minutes ... they're coming for me right now." "What?!...
He smiled at me, a kind of leer, and his hand snaked up my stockings, groping for the heat between my legs. So I killed him. I don't like it when they smile like that. His brains came out easy, I got some on my new red dress. That made me mad so I shot him again. I tucked the gun into my coat pocket and left the bathroom. The music was loud in the main ba...