Staying later than necessary at work was almost becoming a habit for Sarah. It wasn't that the gorgeous 23 year old particularly enjoyed her job as a legal assistant, or even that she was excessively busy. She stayed late because the 7pm train was much, much less crowded than the 6pm. Not completely empty, that wouldn't have suited her purpose at all, but be...
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional including the several small towns. I used Bing translator for the translations. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever happened in any school, temple, or city between adults and/or teenagers in real life. The villages all come from my imagination, the events and puni...
The last day of the exhibition was mostly uneventful as we had many senior personnel from our office in Johannesburg visiting. I dressed very conservatively, for the final day in a trouser, shirt and jacket but didn't wear a bra and panty underneath. In the evening I went to the airport to drop off Tom and Joe who were going home while I had scheduled an add...
After the children had left the kitchen, I started to clean up the dinner dishes as my husband began to tell me about the story he heard during lunch. One of his office buddies had quite an adventure on the subway the other day. My husband works in Washington, DC and takes the train daily from Baltimore to Union Station and then the subway downtown. He’s...
With July in full swing, the temperatures here in the Boston area have begun to soar. Days with temps in the 90s are one of those things you have to get used to if you live in Massachusetts in the summer: it's right up there along with cowboy drivers on Storrow Drive or a Red Sox-Yankees pennant race, or -- if you want to go that far -- the State Police patr...
This is a story that is in some ways typical of my life but in some ways not at all. It’s typical in that I live in New York and my lover, Earl, is a man who is very dominant sexually, somewhat cruel, and perverse. Sometimes I think he doesn’t respect me, and enjoys humiliating me and forcing me to be subservient to him. Sometimes I think everythin g is g...
Part six of The Wrong Room series. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to better understand this relationship, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594... ***** Mike helped Allison pack up the remaining boxes in her bedroom. Her roommate, Tina, was all a fl...
Chapter 1: "A Moment" Rose was riding on the subway as she did every evening on her way home from work. It was packed as usual. Out of nowhere, a stabbing pain rose up in her right nipple, followed by her left. Blood saturated the front of her white blouse. People around her began to back away. The pain grew so intense, she shrieked in agony as she ripped a...
It was a lovely day. She got out of her apartment and sauntered towards the station. She had a train to catch. She was going out of town. Not very far away but still a good three hours of travelling by train. She wore dark glasses and loved watching the reactions of men as she walked. She wasn't bad looking; she was young, had just completed her 20th birthda...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...