Tina – like her name, uncomplicated, crisp, slim and uncluttered with celebrity embellishments; just a pretty girl. Her blond hair cut in a page-boy style slightly curling around her cheeks. But what I really want to tell you about is her body. Not an ounce of spare fat, young tanned limbs and a waist that you could almost get your finger tips to touch when...
Jenny checks her watch. Fifteen minutes late. How typical. Mornings are such a pain. There's nothing she'd rather do than stay at home luxuriating under the warm covers, not a worry in the world, with nothing but time, and loads of it. But she has her weekly coffee with Dorit. What's so wrong with afternoon coffee? "No, no, no," she can hear Dorit say in...
A small venture into fantasy. Enjoy xantu She walked the length of the terminal and looked at her watch and then at the arrival/departure display as if it would change anything. As if this futile pacing would make his plane get here any faster, faster or slower, she did not exactly know. And now that she had done it, finally consented to meet him, push...
I had been to a party and it was a little after 1:30 in the morning when I got back to my place. There was a folded piece of white paper stuck into the door just above the latch. I grabbed it as I entered and carried it with me into the kitchen where I sat down to read it. It was from Pete, an old friend of mine and it read: = = = = = = = W, you have to...
Morgan Adams came to the village with nothing but a canvas satchel full of scraps of fabric and some spices. The rest of the population didn't exactly welcome her; most eyed her suspiciously, while others shunned her completely. The fact that Morgan was a young, beautiful woman who lived by herself and had no real suitors prompted this suspicion. Some hoped...
Coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet from my shower, I stop before the bed. It's all there. He's laid it all out for me, and the tension that I had been feeling all afternoon ratchets up another notch. "Oh, god, oh god," I mutter, not really aware of what I'm saying. Slowly I begin to dress, mechanical, my fingers occasionally fumbling. I know this c...
a continuation of this tale The scene: At dawn Lady Cecelia and her entourage have been led to the palace of Agincourt accompanied by counselors for Lady Cecelia, a counselor for William of Edenbridge to enable a parlay with King Phillip's apanage and regency of the estate, some knights and servants to the Court. Among them was a Lord of the house surround...
I opened the door and smiled at the couple waiting outside. The man's face broke into a broad grin. "Don't you have someone to do that for you?" "She's otherwise occupied," I chuckled. "Glad you two could make it." "We wouldn't have missed it." William Trent tugged firmly on a piece of leather in his hand. A leash, it stretched up to the neck of his compan...
Both of the poems included in this story are the author's own work and can be accessed via her profile page [click on her name just under the title]. The second poem, "Something..." is on Literotica in audio format so you can hear the author reading it as it should be read. Why not play it while you read the story to get the full effect? -- My footsteps r...
Susan meets Justin Bieber in an empty elevator. It was late and Susan just wanted to go to bed after paying her last respects to her friend's mother who had died. It was an Irish funeral and there was as much drinking and laughing at her childhood friend Colleen's house as there were tears and sadness. Surely knowing that it would, she needed to get out of...