He keyed the door, and held it open as me and our guest made our way in. I quickly moved towards the sofa, and lowered myself down on it, throwing my high-heeled feet up next to me. I could tell he was acting kinda funny, slowly emptying his pockets on the table, pretending to check his phone, etc. I knew he was giving our guest time to take the empty spot n...
It had been a hot summer day in the San Joaquin Valley that amazing July day long ago. My husband (Gary) being in the Air Force, had been assigned to Castle Air Force Base and had just begun his career in the military. We had been married a year and were experiencing life as a married couple and away from our parents for the first time. I (Barbara) was only...
Carla smiled politely at the young concierge as she walked past him, she just caught him staring at her, on her way to another benefit dinner where her husband was the guest of honor. Carla was quite bored at going to these kinds of functions. She felt as though that she was merely being displayed by her husband as somewhat like a trophy or a conquest, and s...
I hate shopping for insurance. That's how I felt that warm June day. I had been shopping around for a new insurance company for a few weeks, and felt I was going crazy with terms like: Non-Guaranteed Life, Universal Life, Whole Life and Ordinary Life making my head swim. It was 4 P.M., and I was on my way to my last appointment for the day, a small indepen...
As a frequent contributor of tall tales to Literotica I realized perhaps my best story submitted just might be one that really happened to me when I was a 19-year old young man. And better yet, one also that could be a truly awesome Christmas story for the readers of Literotica. It all began during the final days of shopping madness before the Christmas of...
Castor worked shitty hours, Nancy thought, noon until late into the evening, usually nine or ten at least. Some housewives would have been put off by that. She wasn't. Oh, she had her part-time job at the library and her hobbies, but mostly those hobbies were fucking the boys next door. When Mark and Eric first moved in next door, she couldn't have cared le...
It normally only takes a few minutes to get to Carla's apartment, but I decided to take a more scenic route. Carla had dozed off, so she wouldn't know, as long as I didn't make any real erratic moves. If it was Holly in the Vette tailing me, I sure in hell didn't want her to find out where Carla lived. I also didn't want Carla to see Holly following us. I'...
Her dreams were of a single flame. No source or base or anything else - a single flame in darkness. Flickering slowly as if a slight breeze chased an invisible pattern in the air. It wasn't calming. It wasn't frightening. It was nothing. She felt nothing - not anxious or happy or at peace or any other feeling someone might get from meditating. She thought on...
The three of us sat around the remains of what was the granite table, sitting with our legs crossed with the box of pizza placed in front of us. There wasn't enough room for the box on the coffee table as it was already covered in our crap, i.e. magazines, a fern, coasters, and the TV remote. So, the kitchen was our only option to eat at. On our laps, we wer...
Well, now I was getting frustrated and horny, chasing after this seemingly innocent little country girl. But still, I made a date with her for the next night and we went for a drive out to Malibu. I stopped at a place called "Dead End Beach" where I knew we could be alone. We walked down the access path to the beach which was deserted and then we walked a l...