Joshua Parker kissed his wife's forehead and she snuggled against him while they watched the movie. Their sofa was comfy, the popcorn was non-fat, and the movie was a chick flick, all the way Mary liked it. As she looked up at her husband, she wondered how she had been able to score a man like Josh. He was tall, fit, and skinny. His face was perfect and his...
The control column jittered and jerked in her hands, just like the rest of the cockpit did around her. Stray knick-knacks collected from around the universe rattled, holding their positions thanks to primitive suction cups. Sophie glanced down as she flipped a switch to engage her breaking flaps, her gaze momentarily catching on her jiggling bosom as her tru...
This is the twentieth episode of my unreliable memoirs and the second part of a tale. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones, particularly episode nineteen in this case. I hope you have enjoyed it so far. M4bloke ****************** In the morning Sophie and Pierre were still fast asleep in the...
Mia and Luke had been cyclists for many years and spent many of their vacations touring on two wheels. They fantasized about being able to tour the world on their bikes, but they had to settle on the month-long trips their jobs allowed. Over the years, they joined a few cycle-touring websites and forums that facilitate matching touring cyclists with people w...
This story is based on the transcript of a diary dictated by my friend "Antonia" and sent to me after she returned recently from a long summer holiday in the Mediterranean. Antonia asked that edit and publish her story. After hearing it, I could only think of one place where its "release into the wild" would be appreciated and approved of. So, Literotica, he...
"Wakey wakey sleepy-head." I hear as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. "Did you sleep well honey?" "Yes thanks Sophie. I always sleep well when it's by your side." "Aww. I do too. We should be getting along. It's 8am, and we have a meeting to attend to." Like a puppet on strings, jumping to Sophie's command, I promptly swung my legs out of bed - I know how...
The door slammed as Sophie swept in and dropped her overnight bag on the kitchen floor with a bang. Yep, my fiery, redheaded wife was still furious with me. I watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down opposite me at the kitchen table. It was a beautiful late Alabama spring morning, but the atmosphere seeping across the table was frigid. Aft...
"Great!" She muttered under her breath. "Where's an umbrella when you need one?" She didn't even have a jacket or a sweater that she could use to shield herself against the worst of the unexpected summer downpour. She took one more furtive glance around the warm, and more importantly dry, coffee shop where she had enjoyed a very long lunch. Perhaps this wa...
A flashback to one of Richard's earliest conquests with his son's girlfriend at the time. Martin had just turned 18 and was excited about his new girlfriend. Sophie had been in his class growing up and as she had always been top of the class she was going off to university to study law. They had not slept together but she was a kind sweet girl with tumbling...
1. Sophie was trapped at the back of the bar. She'd made the mistake of walking in alone and being a woman at the same time. And because she was so polite, she made for easy prey for peacocking would-be suitors -- including the guy sitting next to her, explaining the proper way to make a dry martini. So the second she spotted Claire, she shot her hand in th...