If you were to disappear, well, if you were to go away is probably a more appropriate term, would anyone miss you, would anyone care? What would happen if you decided to give up your life, to walk away from everything that you know, everyone you know and love, and become someone else, something else. In the case of Bob Gibson, that is exactly what he had to...
Chapter 19 -- Fame and Humility Kim began her classes as a Danubian university student in the middle of January. She reduced her hours at the music store to her summer schedule, working only three days per week. She studied Danubian law, history, criminology, and the Danubian interpretation of sociology. Kim's self-confidence increased as she realized she w...
(A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read) * As the first big drops of rain splashed to the sidewalk, Tom cupped his hands under Nikki's elbow and said, "We can make it to the shopping mall - if we run." She nodded, held up her skirt with her left hand, and ran lightly, her weight forward on the balls of her feet, her stride long and...
I stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town's name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street. It's fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industr...
Here is Part 2 of my latest attempt. You should read Part 1 to get the gist of this one so far. I appreciate those who read and voted on Part 1. Apparently I made an error by not making it clear that this is a multi part attempt. My apologies. Once again constructive criticism is always welcome. Any resemblance to a bike rally on Earth is coincidence. * I...
(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I really advise anyone under 21 not to read my stories. It takes a certain degree of maturity to enjoy my writings without recriminations. Don't write a review if you don't like the theme of the story. That's just childish. But criticism is always good and helps me....
Christine and I were married five years ago. Our families were friends. We dated while we attended Catholic high school together. She was always sweet, modest and inhibited. We never went further than passionate kissing and a little groping through her clothes until our honeymoon but I could tell that she was very passionate under her prim and proper Catholi...
This story is dedicated to Elsie Grey, a dear friend and a very talented writer, both for her support and for supplying the very fertile plot-bunny that inspired this story. If you liked this story, then you'll probably like Use Your Imagination which also stars Elsie and Connor. Do remember to vote and send feedback; we authors are a fragile breed and know...
Author's Note: The first chapter of this story drew comments that religion has no place on Literotica. Obviously, I disagree. Religious people eat, laugh, cry, fuck and do bad things much like the unreligious. The difference is that their religion makes them approach life situations differently from the non-religious. That difference is interesting enough th...
One of my father's crudest friends had a saying that he reserved for men he thought were losers with the women. He would say, "That guy couldn't get laid in a whore house with a pocket full of hundred dollar bills." I never thought about that much; I figured I was doing alright with the ladies until I turned forty. Then it dawned on me, I had never had one t...