There are some that say that revenge is a waste of valuable time; time that could be put to more productive use doing other things. To me and to my way of thinking good mental health requires payback when you are fucked over. You have a choice: In ten or fifteen years you can look back and say, "Damn it! I should have......" or you can look back and smile at...
I watched her skirt tighten over her tight round ass as she bent to put some papers in the lower drawer of the file cabinet. Everything about Candace made me hard and it tore me up that I would never be able to do what I wanted which was to spend hours, days, weeks and months making love to her. She knew I wanted her and I was pretty sure that she'd had a fe...
The rat-tat-tat-tat pattern of the knocker striking my front door blasts into my memory banks, carrying me back eight, nine…or is it ten years? My heart thumps in my chest as I make my way down the hallway from my office. Long forgotten, no deliberately shut away recollections of old events flood through me. Surely this cannot be true? Not after all this tim...
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story and for the kind comments. * My name is Sebastian Dahl; I'm a 40-year-old partner in an accounting business in my Scandinavian hometown. The events that created this story began on a sunny Spring morning when I and my family, consisting of my 38- year-old wife Helene, Jenny a fourteen-year-old daughter and...
Author's note: This is the sixth and final part of the story. Just a wee reminder, as it's so long since I posted the first three chapters: the children are Melanie's, and Phil is her mother. Thanks as ever to my muse and inspiration, without whom this couldn't have been written. To raconteuse, for the most painstakingly professional editing. And to all my...
While Jason Petrov stirred his oatmeal in the boiling water, thinking about the new poem he was writing, saying the line in his head, sensing he was getting closer, the phone rang shattering his thoughts and forcing him to close his eyes at the disturbance. "Oh, fuck!" he muttered out loud, slamming the spoon down on the counter then barked, "Who the hell co...
This story is copyright protected and may not be reproduced in part or whole without the express written consent from the author of this story. It is also not to be used by anyone other than Literotica.com. Let me start by saying this is my first attempt at writing and when a person begins something, I am a firm believer that they should stick with somethin...
A number of years ago, I placed an ad in the local paper as a free-lance writer offering to write heirloom biographies for a reasonable fee. The idea came to mind after my mother passed away, and I realized how little I really knew of her life. I simply knew her as 'Mom,' and my kids only knew what I passed along to them. My intent was to help families capt...
"Don't forget the wine!" Femininity said to Nirvana, just before she flipped her mobile phone shut. She grinned, leaned forward and kissed Scheherazade gently on the forehead. "There are some benefits to having a best friend whose family is in the winemaking business!" Zade winked at Fem. "I especially enjoyed the dry red wines she brought to our dinner pa...
CHAPTER 1 As usual on fine days, Carrie Young went into Memorial Square where the first European settlers of Carlton Green were remembered with a bronze statue of a man and woman, with a young girl holding the woman's hand, standing close together and looking into the distance and smiling. Although the plaque below said the figures were representative, Car...