I met Emily during my freshman Chem class. We had just happened to sit down next to each other at a table, and our professor told us that our seatmates would also be our lab partners. We quickly hit it off and begun to hang out outside of class as well. Neither of us were gigantic partiers, preferring to go to the movies rather than frat parties. We did drink, but it was normally wine in one of our rooms or maybe beer with pizza.
Emily quickly became my best friend and we were inseparable. She
Mastrom’s was Blythe’s favorite department store. Catering to an upscale clientele, they carried the latest in high quality fashion in a wide variety of styles. They took pride in their hands-on and solicitous customer service. After a shopping excursion, Blythe often left the store fully satisfied and upbeat.
Today, she was looking for a few items to add to her summer wardrobe. Her cotton, floral sundress with wide shoulder straps and a low cut neckline revealed a hint of cleavage.
It was a very cold morning in winter. Alison yawned lazily as she rolled over on her bed to check the clock, which read 10:00 am. She’d gone to bed late last night after watching one of her favourite movies, The Exorcist, and
The elevator doors opened and Harry stepped back to make room before looking up. Coming into the elevator were two angels, positive angels! Harry was stunned as one of them smiled at her and the other smirked at her reaction. The angels were both in white, wearing very thin white robes over some of the sexiest lingerie she had ever seen. The tall brunette was in teddy, the sheer white robe did nothing to cover that fact.
She pulled it tight around herself, which just emphasized her amazing
Isobel Ford glanced back and forth from her stopwatch to the runners coming around the final curve. She started calling the times out to her assistant, who’s own gaze was darting back and forth from her notebook to the numbers pinned on each runner’s chest as the members of the girl’s track team thundered down on them.
For a moment, Isobel faltered, her attention drawn by the flashing long legs of the girl in the lead. Her long brunette hair, pulled into a ponytail, floated
Sharon stood in front of her closet, sliding hangers one way, then the other. She really had no desire to go out tonight, but Jeff had made it very clear, this evening was important. If he was ever going to make the right connections in the company or have any chance of moving up the Corporate Ladder, this was the going to be the first rung.
She’d been to dozens of these parties, and it was always the same. Middle-aged women wearing heavy cologne that choked the very air from your lungs,
‘I wish you wouldn’t waggle that at me, you know it drives me crazy!’ said Kelly as she ogled Sue’s arse as she bent to tie her trainers.
‘And you know that tying my shoes is a big enough task as it is without you putting me off!’ replied Sue testily. ‘You really need to find yourself a girlfriend rather than lusting after the unobtainable.’
‘Sorry Sue, but you know you’re the only girl for me and I won’t give in until I’ve
My husband, Jay, has submitted many stories to Literotica. I have read them and found them immensely exciting. We have known one another since just after high school and lived together for a few yeas, but as life happens he was drafted into the Army and we drifted apart. Twenty years later our paths crossed and as we were both single at the time we married. That was ten years ago.
His stories are always based on an actual happening and although I’ve had many fantasies and a few memories
Dr. Terri Childs has been dating my brother for the past three months, the exact time I have been diligently touring the country with my band. I know it’s a strange way to start a story but I think you’ll understand better once I take it from the beginning and go from there. My name is Jaime Shepherd and I am a musician.
I’m twenty seven years old and I have been in the music business since even before I can remember myself. This story, however, is as much about my success as
“Turn here.”
I look at her with suspicion. There were three choices before me at this moment. Continue down the road and eventually make our way back to I-49’s endless stretch. Turn right and creep our way through the sleeping country of Natchitoches parish.
Or — as she just asked me — venture left onto a dirt road that I was certain had been clipped from a horror film and placed here to test college students who procrastinated during midterms.
“What
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