I'm seething. That's a word that I never thought I would ever use outside of an English class, but here I am using it. When Ananda told me about her little date yesterday I wanted to snatch up her phone, press redial, and tell that dick wad that she was no longer interested. But I refrained from doing so because I don't have the right. And from everything th...
December 1871 My life has been turned topsy-turvy by the arrival of one Miss Emma Jones. It appears Miss Jones is another of those bible-thumpers from the Missionary Society of Birmingham, of which my own dear sister is a prominent member. Now it seems, not content to bother the poor of that unfortunate city, they have decided to send an emissary to Nambhus...
Rene and I were sitting at a sidewalk table in a small town near our home in Southwest Ohio drinking a flavored water when she approached us and introduced herself. She was typical of this town, a place inhabited mostly by aging hippies of the artistic type. We come here often to browse its many art and cultural shops and just for fun to count how many peopl...
INTRODUCTION — All people in this story are over the age of 18 and all sex is described as it happened unless I've forgotten something. I can remember most of the sex but there were a few times I was too drunk to be sure. Oh yeah, there is a lot of dialectic slang thrown in here in so please don't ask me if I was born in China or if I am a native speaker. Ok...
Dressed in my mermaid style black chiffon knee length dress, I was out on the wide open floor with my boyfriend of three months, dancing to all our favorite songs. I didn't care that a few strands my expensive, tight up-do blonde hair were starting to fall. I didn't care that my professionally applied makeup was starting to shine from sweating. I didn't care...
It was Monday, a sleeting Monday. No, wait a minute, it might of been a Friday. Yeah, Friday, a sizzling Friday. It was`a scorcher; people were spontaneously combusting all over town. No, shit--that was Wednesday. It was Tuesday. Yeah, Tuesday, a blank Tuesday. I'd logged in a night of bill dipping at the local watering hole. I had a fin riding on the Redski...
Authors Note – Please read "The Beginning..." and "The Dream Continues" series. They may you understand this tale. Olga And Eating Figs! We had only been in the Hot Tub for a few minutes when my Friend said that she should start to prepare dinner. We continued our mutual touching, which started when we began to cover each other in my sperm. This time we u...
Nicegirlreally wrote this as a response to Jimmyjoyce's stories (Jimmyjoyce is a fellow author on Literotica). Jimmyjoyce would like to point out that while he is flattered that he has become a protagonist in a story, he had no part in its creation. He claims to be less suave, less debonair and far less cool than the Jimmy you are about to meet. Chapter On...
The music, pounding through my body, was like a deep massage, and dancing was sweet relief after the day I'd had. It'd started stressfully and my feelings of tension had grown exponentially all day. At the crest of this avalanche of small troubles crashing in on me was my ex-wife, who was on my case about missing a payment for my son's piano lessons, which I...
Kenji Sukiyaki's hands trembled as he pushed the doorbell to the Human Relations suite of offices. His knees trembled almost as badly as his arms. He felt great shame at what he had done. He was only a humble salaryman. How would he feed little Sashimi, Sake and Miso if he lost his job at the Yukio Mishima Corporation? The door was opened by an archetypical...