Santa shoved the last rectangular gift box into the big red bag he carried as the front door to the living room opened. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HAROLD?!!" Betty Emerson had come home from a long day of fighting the lines at the mall shopping for Christmas gifts for a get together with family and friends. She walked into her modest home to find her husb...
9 Reluctant to come fully awake, Victria dawdled her way between her subconscious mind and the provocation of her senses. Warm, cozy, her heart beating a lazy rhythm and her lungs filling with the fragrant beckoning of fresh air, Victria luxuriated in her stupor. She felt in motion too; a sensation of torpid rocking, advancing ever forward and side to side....
Katherine watched her Mother walk up the stairs towards her bedroom, she decided that she'd watch her Mother later that night and with a little luck she'll show me just what's in that bag. After Lukey baby had put his desk and the white board together, his sister checked his handy work. Once he'd positioned them to Katherine's satisfaction she ordered him...
Chapter Two: The Party Finally the day of the party arrived and I was so excited. I spent the afternoon laying every thing out on my bed in preparation for the night. My ball gown, Corset, breast forms, silk full fashioned stockings and black velvet ankle strap six inch wedge high heels were all laid out ready to go. I packed my purse with all I would need...
"Ow! Goddamit! Fuck!" The rusted bolt Ray Peterson had been attempting to loosen on the 1934 Ford he was restoring abruptly broke loose, raking his knuckles against the vehicles frame. "Why didn't I wear the goddamn gloves?" he muttered, shaking his injured hand. Then he heard barely suppressed laughter; it sounded like a woman. "What the hell?" he mutte...
I stayed at Helen's that night, both of us in her bed wearing nighties, occasionally stroking and comforting each other. I fell asleep in her arms with my face buried in her bosom. The connection I felt with this person was sublime. When I woke the next morning, I went to the bathroom to find her in the shower. She was truly a remarkable sight. Her blonde h...
The Broken Destiny of Cindy's Humble Servant: A Story of a Terrible Love in too Many Parts Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dr...
(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...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Chapter 48. It was around 2 O'clock in the AM: Shift work coupled with snow made Jack later than usual getting home - not to mention the blisters on his ass-hole that caused walking to pose a real bind to his getting around lately. Mary was sleeping: Zonked-out on pills and booze. They hadn't talked that much since the incident, and there was a large, cold,...