Connie Wake was feeling a certain amount of satisfaction as she stepped out of her front door, into the steaming hot sunlight, to collect another box from the boot of her car. Most of the furniture and carpets had been changed. Only the stair carpet remained and someone was coming that morning to replace it. The main bed would be replaced on the following da...
I have an absolutely burning desire to put down my story for all to see. I hope you can learn from my mistakes, and there were a lot of them. This is the erotic tale about a small town girl, back in the seventies, who gets molested by half the town, is gang banged on her way to the school dance, becomes a stripper for a while, and then a prostitute. She goes...
CHAPTER 1 Munro Morgan had an eye for breasts. Indeed his eyes rarely strayed from them. He assumed it was a cultural thing: his mom still had great breasts and photographs of both grandmothers in their prime suggested the gene was in the Morgan's and Jenks's family lines. He'd gotten over the finding as a young guy he was destined to retain a flat chest...
Introduction This is a tale of homosexuality in the early 1800's among the men who explored and lived in the lands west of the Mississippi River. But it is more than that. The main purpose of the story is to explore the feelings and emotions of a young transgendered man as he comes to accept his sexuality. It is a fictional account of those times and cultur...
This chapter resumes soon after the previous ends. 1 The drive up the sunny Outer Banks to retrieve surprise houseguest Constance turned out to be almost two hours, as the hotel at which the Treasury Agents stayed was way up the shore. 'Houseguest' was somewhat of a misnomer. This athletic, petite woman, during what began as a routine surveillance assignme...
Perhaps that sense of openness to new experiences was tied to the location, the cabin and the woods and the lake and the moonlight. Distance and isolation meant that my sense of privacy wasn't being stretched all that much. I say this because, when we were home, and when Lena dropped by to ask how we had enjoyed the stay, I was not that forthcoming. I told h...
The middle portion of this story was intended to be conveyed in two separate columns, providing parallel presentations of different perspectives on the same events. Literotica's software does not permit such formatting. Accordingly, I have interwoven the material that was to be displayed side-by-side, formatting one portion normally and the other in ALL CAPS...
This story isn't intended to be only 'wham-bam, thank you, ma'm stuff. It's also a story with some character development, and it makes a statement about ethnic social interaction between different cultures. ** Her name was 'Susi,' and she was a South African 'lady of privilege,' working temporarily in the U.S. as an internist with one of the federal gover...
How I Met Your Mother: Loose Ends Mountford Police Station Monday 1:33 am Sitting alone on an uncomfortable chair in the small, cramped interview room, Susan Gosling felt that her world was falling apart. She had been dragged from her warm and comfortable bed in the middle of the night and been given scarcely any time to put some clothes on. Dressed in...
Thursday, 9:34 am His fingers fumbled with the lid of the bottle of water. Eventually, they managed to open it and pour the cool liquid down his throat. As Andrew Hargreaves swallowed, he noticed his wife watching him. "Save some for me," she said. Andrew screwed the lid back on and handed it to her. "So, having trouble keeping up?" "Me? No – I'm ju...