Chapter 1: 35 year old Nathan Halden didn't particular crave the food but the service kept him coming back to Reno's Kitchen. He liked Jack Reno, and Nate also owned the building so he had a vested interest in seeing the diner succeed. But Monica was the main reason he went there for lunch 3 or 4 days a week. She was probably young enough to be his daughter...
Meat loaf. No, not the singer, but it all started one afternoon when I was kneading Ritz cracker crumbs and chopped onions into hamburger and shaping the palm-sized loaves to put into the oven for supper with a pan of scalloped potatoes. I was looking at the TV in the kitchen and suddenly, this beautiful thick chiseled bare-chested man stood in glorious hig...
Note: These are stories, that I have either lived or heard about over the years of men being exposed in public. None of the ones I'm writing have been arrested unless it is notated in the story. Some of them are embellished to improve the experience, but all of them have happened to the best of my knowledge. Not all of them are first hand accounts. I will al...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** So every year since we started The Wenches, our little female only BDSM group (read about it here on Literotica), we had done a re-creation of the Salem witch hangings, Salem being only ten miles away from us. We would go down there the weekend after Halloween, when they had a big f...
When I awoke the next day, I expected you to want to breed me again but you didn't. You were, if anything, distant. Your work days became long and tiresome. The days would just fade past without having ever whispered a word or two between us. I couldn't understand. Had something happened? I was too afraid to ask, your presence giving off the very indication...
We had had a quick lunch at the mall, so I was feeling refreshed and energetic. "So... are you saying...?" I trailed off hopefully. "I didn't want Heather playing with your pussy today, but that's only because I wanted to be the first one to do that," explained Clara, looking at me with excitement in her eyes. I moaned and felt my pussy start to drip with...
After her second cosmopolitan, Harper glances around the bar. She is surrounded by couples and tight clusters of laughing friends. Nearest she can tell, she's the only one who is drinking alone. She wishes the bartender wasn't so busy; otherwise, she'd strike up a conversation. He's young with a short-cropped, almost military-style hair cut and lips she thi...
NOTE: this story is a work of fiction. All the events depicted are fictitious. *** Yes, my mom is Scarlett Johansson. The famous Hollywood actress. The sexiest woman in the world, as many people call her. But to me, she's just Mom. An incredibly sexy mom. She doesn't bring her work home with her. All the fame and glamour stays at the red carpet events an...
Rain blearily returned to consciousness with a groan. His eyes stung painfully as blood had seeped in, dried, and crusted over. He tried to wipe and clear them as best he could with the back of his paw but it just made it worse. Scrabbling around blindly he managed to find the edge of a ragged blanket and rub his face with it. It helped, a little bit. With...
'I've seen you in here before, haven't I?' she said. He nodded. Just slightly. 'Umm... probably,' he said. 'Is this your local?' 'I suppose so. It's convenient. The beer's OK. Also, I quite like Charlie's taste in music. That's something that is not to be underestimated in this day and age.' She laughed. 'Are you on your own?' 'On my own?' 'Yeah. You k...