The man sat at a corner table in the coffee shop surreptitiously eyeing off the woman sitting on a stool at bar. She was dressed in a navy blue suit; her jacket was open, revealing well-formed breasts swelling her white satin blouse, which opened to the second button so that a hint of lace bra was displayed. Her legs were crossed and her skirt had ridden up...
"I'm not ready to go back yet, but it's not like there's anything I can do about it, so I might as well just go with it," I said, half-staring down at my own feet. It was the day before I would begin the long four of years of the hell that was high school, and although I was intrigued by the idea of new people, a new building, and hopefully better food, my e...
"Housewarming this weekend. Clothing required" read the text. Tammy knew the property adjoining her new lover's house had been sold, but she still didn't know who had bought it. Evidently they were new to the island and its "clothing optional" policy. "Crap!" she thought. She had been going to the island with him for a couple of months, and never packed an...
Catherine left her office at the college a bit late in the day, at least late for her, and trudged across the darkening parking lot. On her way to her car, she noticed someone playing basketball on the nearby court. From a distance, she thought that he was familiar. She wasn't just sure. She also didn't know if that made her feel better and safer or not. Th...
I had just turned 19 and was back home for the summer. Life had been hard for my family. My mother had died while I was at school and my father was struggling to be both father and mother to my two younger sisters. Money was tight and dad was living from payday to payday, trying to keep the household going and to help me with school expenses. I had been hom...
"Character," Kristin said. "The most important part of any piece of fiction. If you start writing with only a plot in mind, you will struggle with your characters. However, if you start with your characters, they will create your plot for you." The writing workshop was nearly full. Kristin Morris had had eleven books on the romantic bestseller list. Her cur...
Dear friends, I hope you will enjoy my latest story. I ask that you read to the end and help me to decide on the next story with your comments and emails. Jay >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> M y name is jay, I write under that name and I have since 2004. My stories are my deepest desires and fantasies coupled with some bit of truth. I visit Literotica almost daily, I...
La Quinta -- in Spanish, it means "the fifth." To Matt, it meant a sad breakfast of pale bagels, bitter coffee, and tiny boxes of cereal he wouldn't look at twice in a grocery store. It meant light switches perpetually too far away from the bed and the cheapest shower curtains you'd ever see that weren't wrapped around a body on the lead story of the local n...
The life of a drug rep is a difficult one. I hope this story brings respect to what they do under trying circumstances. Of course, it is fictional I hope you enjoy this story. It was edited by LSEiland, my favorite editor. If you like the story, please comment. If not, tell me why not. Your criticisms help me write future stories. _______________________...
I stood hard against the safety fence looking down at the huge waves pounding the rocks at the base of the cliff. I had it figured, if I timed it right I would hit the rocks just before the wave rolled in and it would then suck me out to sea, that way if, in the unlikely scenario I survived the fall, I would drown quickly. That decided all that remained was...