Accidental Literotica Novels & Stories

"I get it. But hey, maybe you just need to meet them in person. You never know, you might click with one of them." I shrugged. "Maybe. But then I think about Sarah..." Cameron's ears perked up. "Sarah? Who's Sarah?" "Sarah's the girl I accidentally hit with my car a few weeks ago," I said, wincing at the memory. "I was driving home from a meeting and didn't see her crossing the street. It was a pretty bad accident, but luckily she's okay." Cameron's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, that's crazy! I had no idea."

It felt like he sensed my discomfort because he began to feel around the hem of my dress, searching for a zipper or buttons. “How does this come off?” he asked, laughing softly. “Oh—” I responded, instinctively pulling the dress over my head, not even realizing I was left in nothing but my bra. I didn’t have a fancy lingerie set where the bra perfectly matched the panties, but in that dimly lit room, bathed in the soft, red glow of the LED lights, I figured it didn’t matter. The lighting was low enough that he couldn’t make out the mismatched pieces, and I felt a strange sense of relief. For a moment, I allowed myself to just focus on the way the moment felt, rather than worrying about perfe

The news that they had all heard startled them. They were gaping at Jason and Alicia as she flaunted her rings in his face. "When did this happen?" Leslie said when she recovered. She had seen Alicia recently and she could not recall seeing a diamond on her hand. "Last week when I visited him and the city," she said with a smile. "How did the bloggers not carry this? You have been a great source of joy to them since you two have been showing an awful amount of love to each other. It was titled A Love Across Cities by Chiachester's Dailies" Brian explains.

he said again After a minute of stares, he reach to open the front seat door for her and watch her get in reluctantly First mission accomplished easily, now the second part would be easy. ~ "Just a ride won't hurt" Yasmin assured herself as she get in and try to relax with him. The drive start and she wish it would end soon as awkward air flow between them. Ten minutes to the ride, they got into a little accident and the car jerk back and forth simultaneously Yasmin gasp in shock at the sudden accident and when she recover she glance to see what they hit "Is it a person?" She asked out of fear

I nodded and let him. Linda was about my uncle's age, so I knew she would not be making any advances toward me. "Alpha Nikolas, Novel was my good friend, and we grew up together," she started, and I leaned back in my swivel chair behind my desk, looking at her on the couch. "Ace wolves have certain challenges that we have learned to manage in Brooksbridge," she said, trying to find the right words. So to make it easier on her, I asked her to speak freely, and she thanked me.

"What the fuck?" Claire thought as she looked at the article that Kendall sent her, someone had taken pictures of her at the party, picture of her dancing with a guy and a stupid blog had carried it and titled it, 'Trouble in paradise? Claire Branson Laurent newlywed seen in a club dancing with another guy' It was her, it was unarguably her. But why though? She thought as she rolled her eyes. If her parents or Henry found out she was going to be in a lot of trouble. They already had enough dealing with Charlotte eloping.

He shook his head and attempted to keep scrolling but that was halted when he knocked his coffee over with his elbow. "Shit." He cussed and bent over to retrieve the cup. What Mark did not know was that the coffee spill on the laptop's mouse had caused the sensitive pad to malfunction and send the automated email to Lily Johnson with a click of the 'application approved' button on the screen. He pulled his phone out and emailed Kim, telling her when she was supposed to show up. Closing his laptop, he went to get a mop to clean the mess he had made. If only spilling the coffee was the only mess he made.

He looked at him for a long moment, at the man across the table, at everything in his face that was showing itself without permission or management, and felt the full weight of the moment settle into him the way real things always settled, completely and without drama, finding the place they were always going to find. He thought about a bar in a rough part of Red City and a stranger who sat down beside him when no one else would. A hotel room and a hand on a wrist and the word stay. Gates and walls and gardens and a hidden space that only two people knew about and a key left on a desk without a note. Eight-minute arguments and bread torn rather than sliced and a lamp positioned exactly right

starts with opening every document I own. Within ten minutes, my laptop has twenty three tabs open, two Word documents, a spreadsheet tracking my sources, and three PDFs I titled "absolutely rereading because future me will thank present me." Future me already hates present me. "You cited the same article twice," Clara says. "I did not." "You absolutely did." I lean over her shoulder. "...Oh." She doesn't look up. "That's embarrassing." "I was tired." "You've been tired since Tuesday." I delete the duplicate citation while she keeps scrolling through my references with the determination of someone hunting for buried treasure.

The window of opportunity had suddenly narrowed, forcing an immediate, improvised encounter. He watched as Whitney got her food two blocks from the office, engaged in what he clinically registered as a "gross flirting fit" with the server, and then launched into an unusually long conversation on her phone for the walk back. Her attention fully consumed, she hurried along the pavement, a half-full coffee cup balanced precariously in her hand. ​This was his cue. The seasoned warrior had to become the perfectly timed, clumsy human distraction. This move needed to be flawless, it would be the first 'accidental encounter' in the long list of calculated collisions to follow.