8===> The last day at the beach, the trip home, and the confession When we awoke the next morning, both Greg and I snickered as we discovered we were both not only as hard as rock as usual, but also wet and sticky from all the pre we had oozed as we slept curled together. We managed to get up and get into out suits for the beach without Trent or Ethan notic...
I quickly stopped at home, ran in the side door of the house and straight into the office. Breathlessly, I grabbed the folder of information - it was pretty much a brief of evidence, years of training for the old man is hard to break free of. The brief that dad had assembled for me was quite in-depth, from property prices in the area and surrounding district...
If I'd known the weeks would become months--and how they would end, I would've killed myself. Or at least that's the way I thought in those days. A botanical research trip to the jungles of Colombia was planned as a two-week summer jaunt, something to write papers about, post pictures on the university's website. I spoke Spanish, I'd lived in Mexico, I had...
8=== > Laughter in the morning and tears in the afternoon Josh's body began to pull his mind from the slumber he was enjoying. His eyes fluttered several times as the fog of the most strange dream he was having, was attempting to clear and allow it to come into full focus. He thought the half awake vision was the ending of a good wet dream, but never before...
As with all of my stories, there will be an element of truth wrapped in a bit of literary embellishment to enhance the fantasy. Names and places, of course, have been changed. After you've read my tales, please leave a comment of encouragement, or of critic, I welcome them both. ***** I've held up well, physically, over the years. I'll turn 50 on my next...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who read part one of this series! It was my first ever erotic story and y'all taught me a lot and I'm back. This one is much longer and I hope you're all satisfied with where it's going. Rate and comment! Love hearing from you guys. Let me know what you'd like to see in PART 3. SPOILER ALERT: The following story is a conti...
I came downstairs from setting up the bed in the back bedroom, taking my headphones off to hear the knocking on the door for the first time. I don't know how long the knocking had been going on. The window in the front door of the old house I was renting in Weston, Vermont, to give myself some time to settle in to the village before buying, was frosted, so a...
[Author's note: this is the first part of a three-part series loosely inspired by the Literotica story Aaron, my student, written by HairyJacques.] Prologue. After it all happened, I kept my job but lost my marriage. Tom didn't come back from DC. It was over a year before he spoke to me, and even then it was only to find a time to come get some of his stuf...
Remy La Croix parked his snow mobile in front of Jackie's Diner, cutting the engine. He smiled catching sight of the decorations in the windows, while getting off his machine, and tucking his helmet under his arm. Jackie always went over the top whenever a holiday came around, Valentine's being no exception. Small metallic cupids graced the corner windows an...
CHAPTER 1 I am as old as the century; but, in fact, I am also as old as the millennium as I was born in the year 2000. Of course I am as delusional as 99.99% of the world's population in thinking that January 1st 2000 was the start of the twenty-first century and simultaneously the start of the third millennium; for as all enlightened people will recognise,...