The sequel to Tracey (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * 1. John stepped from the bus at the stop near the bottom of Rowlands Rise and looked around. This was a part of town he didn't think he'd ever been to before and everything looked strange to him. He liked things about him to be famili...
It was late the following morning. Jennifer was lying on her back, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, making no sound at all. Even when Peter spoke, it was as though she was deaf, as she didn't react. Her eyes showed no brief gleam of recognition and she didn't answer. The surgeon ushered Peter out of the room as the nurse prepared Jennifer for surgery. On...
Second part, as per the first this is my first story this is just me writing because I felt like no one else had a story quite like this and with the twists I have imagined. However, I am not as good on spelling and grammar as most writers on Literotica and I am trying my best. PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK IT'S LIKE LOVE, AND I LOVE LOVE. Also, Make sure you send me...
I am, and I'm being completely honest here, beautiful. I know I can't take the credit for that, it's just the way nature made me, but that doesn't make me any the less lovely. It's plain for me to see that those people who say beauty isn't everything or, beauty is only skin deep, just don't know what it means to be truly beautiful. Everyone admires you and w...
"When evil men plot, good men must plan. When evil men burn and bomb, good men must build and bind. When evil men shout ugly words of hatred, good men must commit themselves to the glories of love." - Martin Luther King The older of the two men adjusted his cuff links as he sat and waited for the other to pour him a whisky and soda. He accepted the glass a...
After the children left home and went to university, my life disintegrated, well at least my marriage did. Without them the sheer loneliness and boredom of a financially secure relationship began to haunt me. It didn't seem worthwhile being with a man who travelled endlessly on business and worked the most horrendous hours in his pursuit of a partnership wit...
Part 1: First Service I had met Julia at the sports club. She was a striking 30-something blonde with a small bust and long legs that enabled her to move around the tennis court with a cat-like grace. She was married to Richard, a mid-thirties dark-haired IT professional who could just about hit a tennis ball but was happy working out in the gym. They nearl...
Oh god Claire. You are so damn beautiful. Claire danced around me, her short brunette hair spinning as she moved around. Her tight body was swirling around me, her back arched in an elegant bow as she spun. Her chest turned to face me and those breasts she loved to flaunt came into view. Sitting out from her chest they were quite large for he otherwise smal...
"That is probably the most disgusting thing I've ever heard," I declared sternly, adopting a look of utter disdain. My companion, my best friend for as many years as I could remember, looked totally distraught. She stared at the half-empty wine glass on the table in front of her, unable to meet my gaze and completely taken aback by my condemnation of the ve...
I've always been a little unconventional, at least where men are concerned. I had a bit of a different upbringing to most of the kids in my year at school. It was more like southern California than south London. California in the sixties and seventies, instead of the mean streets of the eighties in England, when it seemed everybody had an idea for a fast buc...