This is the second series from a group of nonfiction stories that begins with "Angelina" and concludes with "Stacey." ~ ~ ~ There we were, staring daggers at each other. They were friendly daggers, but daggers nonetheless. Strange lot, the four of us. We were childhood friends, having grown up together. As adults we lived apart, separated by four hundred...
Nothing But Knit *Author's note: Those of you who've read my personal crossdressing stories (those written in the first person) know I have a huge fetish for knit tops—particularly the ribbed-knit variety. I often use the word 'sweaters' for the things I like in a generic sense, but pretty much any form-fitting top that are not sweaters fit the bill quite n...
By the time Dane woke up, Jeneda was already in the kitchen. Pots clanked as she prepared a meal, and the scent of something sweet filled the air as sizzling noises came from the stove. Lazily giving a yawn, Dane lifted his head from the pillow, then rose to his feet and slipped into his boxers. On entering the kitchen he saw Jeneda, who stood at the stove t...
Thank you for your comments, ideas, thumbs up and down - they drive more of these stories and are very much appreciated. For readers that have read previous chapters, welcome back. If you are picking up this story for the first time, I try and write so you can jump in at any part. Sometimes more successfully than others. Either way, glad you clicked. Hop...
Like most visitors to Literotica, I have a group of favorite authors and stories. One story that has interested me over the years was "Round Up" by K.K. I can't put my finger on the reason why. Maybe it is the semi-competitive nature of the story, and I consider myself a competitive guy. In any case, I had always hoped one day K.K. would introduce a follow-u...
Jan Primm leaned against the kitchen counter in her small apartment in San Leandro, California. She sighed and then blew an errant strand of her light brown hair off to the side of her face. She couldn't use her hands because they were occupied holding a screaming Darren Jr., their youngest, who was going through the terrible twos even before he was two. Cou...
"I'm so sorry. To say that was brutal doesn't do it justice. Did he ever tell you why?" "Not in so many words," she replied. "Was it just cold feet?" "Maybe." "Was there another woman?" he wanted to know. "No, not as far as I know. I specifically asked him that and regardless of how badly he hurt me, I can honestly say he never once lied to me. So no, I...
Thanks to my Editors - Gandalf4217 & Fuzzywuzzy It was nearly 3AM in the morning, and from the sound of the fighting going on next door, I wouldn't be getting any sleep soon, so I got out of bed, got dressed and went back downstairs to the piano in the small bar area. If the past was any experience, I'd find out what was going on quite soon enough. Sure eno...
The complex was quiet, the paths dark, only one woman swam laps in the pool. I slipped into the hot tub, a plastic glass of wine by my elbow and wondered when my frenzy might subside. She'd been especially immodest that evening. Before she'd left at the dinner hour, she'd primped and primed herself, stripping out of tailored slacks and conventional blouse r...
Author's foreword: Warning: if you read this both reconciliation and a new love awaits: please move on and read someone else's submission if you will be offended. As usual a reader cannot 'get it up' with my room-temperature sex descriptions and I use multisyllabic words to express my POV of life in general both in the story and the dialogue. I am pleasantly...