Yuzu hatte kein Einkommen mehr, der Supermarkt, bei dem sie an der Kasse gearbeitet hatte, hatte plötzlich keine Verwendung mehr für sie. Unverhohlener Rassismus war ihr entgegengeschlagen, als der Filialleiter ihr sagte: „Hier arbeiten schon viel zu viele Deutsche, und wir müssen zum Jahresende für Einsparungen sorgen. Dir ist schon klar, dass als erste die...
Ichigo mused that dutiful was a good word to describe Rukia. Her posture was dutiful. She knelt with her hands folded atop her legs; delicate fingers facing forward. She bobbed back and forth dutifully, sucking at an even, unhurried tempo; all to dutifully bringing him to completion. There was no flush of arousal coloring her cheeks, no sparkle of joy in her...
I had just finished the ass chewing of the century from Coach Mac, and was headed for the showers. It was late and everyone else had already gone home. I had to stay late to talk about my grades again. So after a particularly lengthy chewin I was ready to split and get home. I stripped out of my swim suit and wrapped a towel around myself, and started to wal...
'Listen – stay right there. I have to go see Aston.' Llyr stood up and walked across the restaurant to a door marked 'Private'. Micca was glad he had left her alone. There was so much going on in her head, she couldn't think and it wasn't just the wine making her giddy. She had looked into his eyes and seen love – there was no mistaking it. Had he also seen...
This was one of a number of stories I published on anon.penet.fi in the 1990s. I found a trove of them while browsing through some old CD-ROMs, and decided to give them new life on Literotica. *** Proper attire can make almost any activity a pleasure — even taking the trash out. I often liven up this mundane chore by leaving it to Noreen — my tarty TV pers...
Author's note: This story contains a cis-hetero couple engaging in loving sex. *** He turns his head to see her walk out the den towards the bedroom as he is surfing the web on the other computer, and thinks that is getting to be about that time. The task bar says "8:46 PM", but when the 3 year old wakes everyone up at 5 am everyday it's late enough. He fi...
This was one of a number of stories I published on anon.penet.fi in the 1990s. I found a trove of them while browsing through some old CD-ROMs, and decided to give them new life on Literotica. *** People deal with stress in many different ways. Some flirt with danger; some find better living through chemicals; some find yet other outlets. My most effective...
I sat at my office desk staring at the manila folder in my hands. I knew what the contents were. I had just received an oral report from William, the private detective I'd hired. He'd just confirmed my worst suspicions about my wife's sluttish behavior. I thanked him and wrote out a check for his expensive services and walked him to the door. I couldn't bri...
I remember how it started. First there were enormous boxes that were glorified typewriters, handling "word processing." Along came spreadsheets, and then games on CD-ROMs, like primitive DVDs. Dial-up modems that hissed and chirped in the night. Each little advance led to another, like a natural evolution, and then one day we found ourselves in chat rooms,...
I could feel warmth of bodies next to mine. One large hand rubbing comforting circles on my back and another smoothing over my thigh. The fresh scent of a spring breeze drifted over me swirling my own slightly floral scent with the musky amber incense smell that felt like home and family. Teeth began to nibble at the back of my neck and they were moving towa...