It was boring...damn it was boring. I'd been a college professor, for God's sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don't pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a cons...
(This is a short one-off rewriting of Literotica Author Scribler's ending to his/her four part story Jackie, which in my opinion was horrifyingly mean-spirited, and completely destroyed for me the respect I had for him/her for writing Oasis In The Desert. In Part 4 of Jackie the author ended the story in a repugnant mean-spirited fashion that completely unde...
"According to numerous news outlets, the island of Haiti has been flooded by Hurricane Matthew, and close to a thousand of our people have lost their lives, we've got to do something," I said to my uncle, a nebbish, dark-skinned, bald, annoying and anal retentive little man named William Jean-Claude as we sat at the breakfast table inside his townhouse in th...
We got married right out of college. Since Candy and I both had great jobs, we could afford to do it right. The best man, Bobbie, was my best friend in college and the man who introduced us. He was also her old boyfriend from high school where they made quite a scandal. She was the typical blue-eyed blond most of the boys fantasized about; he was the big, ba...
The Eternal City's soirees always captivated Bliss, and tonight was no exception. The grand hall of Lady Seawhisper's city house buzzed with life and glamour, musicians filling the air with the delicate strains of the classic dance standbys while the various peers and lesser nobles of the realm added the vital counterpart of soft leather soles on polished si...
Felicia Alice Baxter (née Carter) was not a happy camper. Almost from the date when Jed and Vera returned from the TLR orgy and started their torrid affair, Felicia had full knowledge of it. Her knowledge was not based on a surmise attributable to her woman's intuition. Nor was her awareness of the affair based on speculating the suspicious change of his hab...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— An Old Friend Tucker had been wanting to turn Marsha and Liz on to the world of live blues, but each time there was a good show at his favorite honky-tonk something came up and they couldn't go. Finally, after two months of trying, the stars aligned and the three of them were...
My life was as ordinary, I thought, as any woman's. I worked, as a secretary in a law firm, and just relaxed when at home. It wasn't one of those exciting firms that one would see on television with all the drama and scandal. It was just an ordinary criminal law firm. I wasn't a secretary for a lawyer even – I was the woman at the front desk who would direct...
"We have a special lesson today, class." Octavia nudged Cordelia. "I told you!" she said. "I did see him!" "Shhh!" Cordelia hissed. "The Dora is talking!" She cringed as Dora Leonilla paused to let her gaze sweep over the room of rustling and whispering girls. Instead of the stern wrath Cordelia had come to expect from her teachers, the blond woman was...
This is an entry in the Nude Day Contest, but it's not a Nude Day story. Contest rules suggest exhibitionism or public nudity as acceptable themes, so I thought I'd write a little piece about an experiment from my second marriage. (We are no longer married.) If you're going to vote, please read clear to the end. Thank you for stopping by. Sleeping beauty (A...