She came home from work and set down her bag. The routine is the same every day: up at four to swim and then to open the diner, home by four to shower and flop on the couch to either watch tv or sleep. Lina clicked on the tv and headed back for a shower. She came out, toweling herself off and started up some spaghetti, because noodles are cheap and so is gro...
In a strictly physical carnal sense, I've always been a butt guy. Little butts, big butts, dimpled butts, bubble butts, all can be a turn on in their own way. There is the young professional at my office that has tight little butt that loves to wear tight slacks. There is the older woman at the grocery store that I can't help but bump into with her rare wide...
I haven't seen you in a few months… I guess that's to be expected when we live so far apart right now. I had always sort of scoffed when people would say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I wish now that I didn't understand it so well. I'm convinced that the train is running as slowly as it can, and it feels like days have passed since I boarded. I...
There were two reasons why July 24, 1973 was the hottest work day of my career. The obvious reason was the Eleven PM radio report that stated the temperature had just dipped to 89. The other reason had nothing to do with the stifling heat. I had just finished gobbling down supper and drove my car to an all-night convenience store, because it was my turn to...
NOTE: Thank you all for the good response to my story "Bella's Subway Ride". I wanted to write it from the viewpoint of one of the men involved in that encounter. Please read "Bella's Subway Ride" before you read this story. Enjoy. ================ From: Guess Who <guesswho796> To: Bella <bella692> Subject: Hello from your secret admirer...
During the next hour and a half, needless to say, I got nothing done. After he left, I continued on in my trek to the stacks and even managed to collect a couple of books with surprisingly steady hands. I brought my books back up to my carrel and sat down with them still in my arms. My heart was beating frantically in my chest, and I wondered at the kind of...
Lizzy didn't know what to do next. If she let go of her shorts then they would immediately start to slide down. If she didn't hold her shirt away from her body then it would cling transparently to her breast exposing herself to everyone. Lizzy was in trouble. Things had gone definitely way farther that she had ever anticipated. As the ride entered the land...
Anal Sex with Stranger on a Train 1 On the way home from work, a man anally molests a stranger on a crowded commuter train. Having been riding this train for years, Peter rode this commuter train every day, twice a day to and from work home. In all the years, never has he ever seen the train as crowded. With nowhere to put them, the train was so crowded...
(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. This story is a riff on the song titl...
My college was a beautiful campus of limestone buildings., located in a pastoral river town, which likely was a center of waterway oriented commerce 150 years ago when church grants had endowed the initial construction. Now, it was an exclusive school for children of the elite, and a few scholarship students like me. It also was a 6 hour train ride from the...