It was 3 days before Christmas, and I woke up alone. I went to bed with someone, but she was gone. As the clouds in my head were clearing, I heard the toilet flush, and my door quietly opened, then shut, and then I felt her climb naked back into bed, and her cold feet rubbed on my bare legs. And then I felt her tuft of curly hair rub against my hip. Then she...
Note- Not a true account of affairs, just my wild imagination running riot. xxx Summer, 2002. Kate looked out of the train window at the miserable looking cows chewing the cud and yawned. She was halfway to London on a long and tedious railway journey from Fife to London where she had just completed her first year at the University of St. Andrews in Scotl...
This is a treatment of a story about Petra. She ultimately becomes who she wants to be, if you like this story, which parts would you like the author to expand on and continue writing about? ***** I don't know if it was actually formed in my mind what I was doing before those men. Harold had trained me to crave the concept of being enjoyed, and since I was...
BD's Story Chapters 7 and 8 Prologue Written by Stan It was a little more than two years later when we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had received the stories from each of the participants and we had ongoing exchanges about the project. No one but me had seen any submiss...
Note: Dear Readers: I can explain what happened at the beginning of Chapter 4. It was supposed to start with Section 12: Thigh High, and 13: Hide and Seek. However, due to a clerical error by yours truly (ME), instead of submitting Chapter 4, I submitted Chapter 5 and labeled it Chapter 4 instead. Please forgive me. On its way now to Literotica, in two fo...
Molly and the Sewing Machines Chapter 7 - A Rugby Victory Suffering from the excesses of the weekend, Adrian and the two women told Nicole to go back to sleep as they dressed in the dark of their encampment in the building and made their way to the early train. Inish brought them three cups of terrible coffee from the mobile canteen as the train headed nor...
Note to reader: This story is fiction. Copyright (c) 2019. If you have never been, the afternoon commute in southern California is terrible. Unlike the cities of New York and Chicago, with their fantastic public transportation systems, southern Californians need personal vehicles. Millions of people commute to work from one city to another and do not use pu...
I didn't see or talk to Sheila until the following weekend when we were both back in Cambridge. We traded a couple of sexts and emails during the week, but we just didn't connect in real time. I'd spent the weekend in New Jersey, slowly continuing to sell a corporate-wide strategic planning effort with John Ringler, the man Pam had connected me with who wo...
We were all up early the next day: Pam and I to get to work at TCI, and René to head off to her classes and rotation. René dropped a bit of a bomb on me just before she left, "Steve, I should have mentioned this last night, but it looks like I might have a job just outside Boston after the end of the semester. I have to do a residency, just the way doctors d...
Ten years earlier Ted and Alicia met one summer in college. Ted's girlfriend of two years had gone home for the summer and he stayed to get in a few extra classes. Alicia wasn't really his type. She was petite and short with small breasts and red hair. One afternoon she began flirting with him and there was just something about her that he liked. He slept wi...