"A cherry red convertible? 1965?" "Yep, six coats of base under six coats of clear." "And completely rebuilt" "Yep, all genuine Pontiac GTO parts. A 389 V8 trimotor, four-speed manual, with 3.73 gears. I'm telling you you won't find a honey classic GTO like this anywhere else for much under a hundred grand." "Can you hold it for three hours? No, two hour...
"Of course, if you two get married you won't have to worry about that," chirped Mrs. Walsh from the passenger seat of the car, and with that my backseat companion Connie Walsh looked over at me, and we both stifled laughter while rolling our eyes at the thought of that. It would never happen, although Connie's Mom seemed to mention it a lot, and there were...
"Phil, don't be stupid!" "Don't call me stupid, I know what I saw!" "You saw me talking to a guy, that's it!" "Bullshit. Fucking bullshit is what it is. We go out to a club and you flirt with the first guy you see. Every time! You flirt with every guy there but me. I'm sick of it!" Phil turned, walking away. Jake sighed. "Wait, Phil, come on, we can tal...
With a nudge and a yawn-smothering smirk Jeremy pokes me in the ribs and falsetto whimpers at me, "wake uuup..." as I ironically continue to drive and he awakens from traveler's daze. Always his way-- deflect the obvious by that distracting charm. Even after 18 years I was not immune to it. The fact of which he remains well aware. Approaching the Animus Ri...
The cyclist was racing along the top of the Mississippi levee, anxious to get back into Natchez before the rains hit. Sweating profusely in the humidity and under the blazing late afternoon sun, intent on doing its worst before twilight set in, he stripped his jersey off and wrapped it around the handlebars of the bike. It was almost dusk now, and the storm...
This is an eight-chapter series that will complete posting before the end of June. The chronological fit for Death to Blonds in the previously published promiscuous bottom NYPD detective Clint Folsom mystery series is after the conclusion of Death in Eden . The chronology of the books of the Clint Folsom mystery series that are posted to Literotica (only hal...
"See that man over there?" "The one in black leather? With those other guys who parked their cycles out front?" "Yes," Sam said. "He's looking over here, so, no matter what, keep a smile on." Danny had just come down from the pole. In the middle of the second week, Sam had insisted that he go up on the pole for at least two sets each night. Lance, the bar...
"It sounds too complicated for you, Matt," Jason had said. "Getting a list would be the hardest part—impossible, I think. This is a small potatoes town. I think you should just keep it to the street and be happy when it works out. And get a job." I'll admit that getting a job was what got the plan rolling. Then getting a list turned out to be one of the eas...
There she was. My beautiful 5', 100 lb. blue eyed brunette wife bent over with a thick 10 inch black cock up her ass. Her pert little tits swinging side to side as her butthole was being stretched obscenely. A week earlier, I would have been mortified by this but I found out that things can change pretty quickly. I continued past our former marriage bed to t...
"Why would you fuck around on me like that? Why would you!" Karen yelled as she shoved at the barn door. She screamed as she ran out of the barn in a raging fit. "I like fucking him because when I grab and lick his tits he actually responds!" shouted Derek to Karen as she ran toward the house. "You are a fucking piece of shit! My tits are so much bigger t...