I'm a long-time Literotica reader and I've always wanted to tell this true story. It happened years ago and I've never shared it with anyone. It's my first story; feedback is welcome. In May 1993 I was 22 and wrapping up my undergrad degree with a couple final summer school classes while I worked part-time at a coffee shop in Anchorage. My long-time roommat...
I’ve always been a voyeur. I peek and I pry and I glimpse and I glance every chance I get, and I’ve been rewarded quite a few times. Naked breasts here, a panty-clad ass there. This story, though, is actually about the only time (to my knowledge) that I provided voyeur fodder for others. I was driving around Lake Michigan thanks to a work trip. On my way t...
I had only been working at CommLogic for two months and had decided to quit. I thought the opportunity to work for this up and coming technology company was a dream opportunity that would make my career. The offer was generous, the benefits package was decent, and they were an ESOP - so 15 cents of every dollar went into stock options for me at the company....
From: Traci Sent: Friday, December 05, 2008 5:14 PM To: Mike Subject: RE: Hey there. My favorite day dream is that you slip into my room in the middle of the night while I'm sleeping, blind fold me so I don't know it's you, and I'm really too shy to continue. But I'm smiling while I'm thinking about this. t --- On Sat, 12/6/08, Mike wrote: From: Mik...
I’d been trying to convince her for months but she could never quite pull the trigger. The idea excited her. I knew that because on those nights when she had a little too much to drink and we came home and got a bit frisky, I could really get her going by telling her I was thinking of her getting fucked by another guy. She’d turn her vibrator’s speed up and...
The mall was pretty empty, being a weekday afternoon. Actually, if it wasn't empty, I wouldn't be there, with all the teen girls, looking much too mature for the goofy boys who followed behind them. Mix in the families with 17 kids on leashes, and assorted old ladies who think they are entitled to cut the lines, just because they can, and you've got a perfec...
I am standing at the end of her bed now. She lies there on her back beneath me, naked, her legs spread, knees dangling over the edge of the bedspread, her eyes opening and closing, a vague smile across her lips, as her forefinger works in and out of her wet pussy. She knows I am watching her, and she is performing for me while also enjoying herself, lost in...
An author's rant. Hi folks. I know some of you detest author's comments and perhaps think the folly self-indulgent. But I've had many posts that suggest some actually enjoy delving inside my crazed head as I attempt to shed some light on what my story was supposed to achieve. So, for those of you who would like the insight, read on. The rest of you can s...
Abby O'Reilly had been Australia's best-selling singer for the past five years, also topping charts in the UK. However, the Newcastle native and her label, First Fleet Records, had tremendous difficulty breaking into the American market. First Fleet Records CEO Malcolm Fletcher was convinced that Abby could become a big hit in the States--"bigger than Taylor...
John Palmer was sitting in Room 806 of Lanner Hall with Jenna Michaelson and Nicole Wilson. It was just weeks away from the end of spring semester, and all three were reminiscing about freshman year. John, Jenna and Nicole had been classmates at Excelsior Academy, a prep school north of the city. John had a huge crush on both girls going back years, but he...