Hello! This is my first submission to the site, and I am submitting it for the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2012. Having said that, I would like to urge you to vote up the story if you like it. I would appreciate it a great deal! Also, I would be remiss not to mention that this story is not a stroke piece. There is some buildup, and if you are not interest...
Being a virgin at 20 didn't make Chelsea a prude, but she was definitely in the minority amongst her peers. She was sitting in her room, musing on why "it" hadn't happened yet and could definitely come up with a few reasons, none of which were the traditional ones. No, she wasn't saving herself for marriage - god that could be years from now -- or never! N...
The next morning, I woke up with the unfamiliar feeling of a soft, feminine body next to me in my bed. I took a second to get oriented and remember who was sleeping soundly next to me. The mop of wavy red hair reminded me immediately that Kitty was there. I panicked for a moment, thinking I had overslept my alarm when I saw the clock said 8:08, then remember...
Now, be warned. If you are offended by slut wife stories don't read this. If you don't like slut wife stories yet continue to read it and can't help but send anonymous comments, well I'm sorry to say, but you're a dickhead of the highest order. Enjoy. Mark Franklin presented himself to my practice on Wednesday the sixth of January with concerns about his...
Ugh. Managers are the same everywhere. Literally, everywhere, in the entire universe. When I was 16, I worked at a supermarket as an underpaid check-out girl. One day, the manager, Mr Schwimmer, came into the staff room (five minutes before my shift had even started!) and informed me that I should go clean up the men's toilet. Skid marks in the bowl. N...
This is a Summer Lovin' Contest Entry All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. Please vote for my story. * A hot summer day in Detroit versus a warm summer day in the Hamptons, this story is an abbreviated parody, a scaled down, modern-day version, and a stretch of Charles Dicken's A Tale of Two Cities. Depending if you w...
This is the third and final series from a group of nonfiction stories that began with "Angelina" and continued with "Sisters." ~ ~ ~ Sometimes there is no way to explain or even justify life. It simply assaults you, absolutely at random. Things happen that are so utterly cruel, you realize the gods must have it in for you. Then, just when everything seems...
"You didn't go to the store, did you?" "Shit! No, I didn't. I went straight from class to my AA meeting and forgot." "You forgot? There's nothing in this house to eat, Chase. Here, look!" Sarah opened the refrigerator showing him a box of baking soda. "We can go out for dinner," he said. "Oh, sure! Then what do we do for the rest of the week?" Sarah sla...
Foreword: This story is my first submission to Literotica. The protagonist/narrator is a young woman, an actress, and the year it begins is 1992. It's not a quick shot of sex, it's a somewhat slow-unfolding tale of public nudity, without about three sex scenes by the conclusion. It's character-driven, a total of about 39,000 words, and hopefully works for mo...
The subway was particularly crowded, and I pushed deeper into the crowd in order to give some room to an older fellow with a seeing-eye dog. The twenty minute ride from Porter Square, where I live, to Park Street in downtown Boston where I work was easier than the long commutes my friends at work suffered through. Still, on days like this the tight quarters...