When I got back to college I received a nice letter from Debbie stating that since she wanted to stay married and it would not be a good idea to see me again. While I was disappointed I focused on the football season and enjoying my senior year. Fast forward to Christmas break and the day after I got home I called my friends to see what was going on and wa...
"You wananother drink while I'm up?" Karen asked. She was wearing a transparent red nightie with faux feather trim. Her red thong was partially riding up between her legs forcing her to adjust it as she walked. Red was a good color for the tan fleshed woman. Even though she was in her own house and it made more sense to be barefoot she was wearing a pair of...
Duncan Cyrus, age 25, Dream Part 2 I was born around the time game systems became the new sensation. Beginning of the downfall for children social activities. Anyway, I was invited over one night from a few old high school classmates for a party. They said there would be games, food, and music. Just a chilling time for old mates. Considering how I didn't r...
Dimitri checked the clock, 6:50. Sure, Madi was late once in awhile, but never this late without picking up her cell phone. Sunday nights at 6:30 had become a routine over the last few months. They always began with studying and descended into drunken movie watching. But tonight there was no Madi. Four phone calls went unanswered. He simply sighed, picking u...
I have not been a Literotica Member for very long, although I was reading and enjoying the works posted here for years before I signed up in order to post my own works. I tend to be attracted to only several groups here, although a well-written tale that is outside my normal bounds is often appreciated. But I always accepted the site for what it was -- a pla...
Have you ever noticed that when you are depressed, the world seems so sickeningly happy? It's the same kind of torture as when you diet, the world will turn up the heat on fast food joints. Anyhow, here I lay in bed, alone and naked. Stevie Ray Vaughan's "Riviera Paradise," is on endless repeat on the CD player. I'm mistress of my own pity party. Tonight, I'...
Living in the same house with your ex-girlfriend and her new lover was not easy. It was bad enough that she left me for my roommate, but listening to her getting fucked by him on a daily basis was painful, made even more humiliating by the fact that I couldn't seem to stop being turned on by the sounds emanating from the next room. Really, if I were going to...
The smell of marijuana is almost overwhelming as I enter the open door of the single story house. I look around to survey the main room. People are drinking, smoking, and a couple girls are even snorting cocaine. I notice the dozens of plastic red cups strung everywhere in the house. I notice a guy passed out on the floor of the filthy kitchen. I walk a few...
Reno had made himself a comfortable perch toward the back of the dance floor in a convenient place beside the bar. He was lounging in the seat, his back pressed and chilling against the block wall. Things hadn't picked up yet, but the night was very young. He preferred to get to the club early and score a table, have a couple of drinks and loosen up to the m...
Lengthy intro time: First of all, this is my first work posted under this user name. I write most of my stories under a different nom de plume. I have a fine collection of H ratings on my stories, and only a few are trashed, most because of premise, some because the asshole didn't actually, you know, read the story. Back to this handle: I adopted it whe...