Andrew is the name. I'm eighteen and in my final year at school. I'm what you might call average. Average looks, average personality, average intelligence, just plain average, or so I consider myself. Others have different impressions. My parents think I'm Mr Perfect, teachers give me the impression that they think I'm a fool who asks too many questions, gir...
As always: Thanks to "alpineskier" for editing. Thanks to "Doc" for story advice. All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter A young couple is walking down the halls of the art museum. They are both graduating from State college in a month. He is graduating Suma...
Steve had an obsession and had to get it out of his system. He knew that. Before it was too late. At his age, he couldn't keep living with this obsession. Sometimes, over the years, he'd felt guilty and ashamed to be so obsessed. At other times, he'd felt elated and excited because he also felt unique and privileged to have such an imagination. But, more tha...
Tracy, my wife, was rapidly approaching 40. The closer her birthday got the more depressed she got. She started crying for no reason at all. To hear her tell it she was almost ready for the old folk's home. Nothing I did seemed to help. In the end all I could do is hold her and whisper loving words to her. In truth she is anything but ready for the old fol...
It was a Friday night, fairly early in the evening in mid spring. There was a knock on the door, which in and of itself is unusual. I mean, I live alone, I am older, 52, and I have a cell phone. I went to the door and peeked out the window. I couldn't see well, but it looked like a young girl. I opened the door. "Hello?" "Bonjour, monsieur. I do not know i...
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty n...
The North Pole is a wonderful place for an elf to work, it happens to be the top sought job for our kind. Free room and board for making toys throughout the year, which is a tremendous skill for us. There just isn't a lot of opportunity for elves elsewhere. Sure you could get seasonal work at a department store or play a specific part in a movie but it is to...
This is the same main character as the other stories, but this is a few years after the divorce. As always, you can read these in any order. Zoey is based on a real person, but I changed her name, city, career, and so on. ***** It had been several years since the divorce, and I had gone through a couple of short relationships, but nothing serious. I was in...
**This is a true story, which yes, is long and slow a bit in the beginning but, it does get better.** I was brought up with strick parents. Sex was taboo, wasn't allowed to watch movies rated over PG-13, wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend, had to be inside the house by dark. Being the only child, this made it more rough on me. There wasn't anyone to talk...
This story is a result of feedback from a reader of an earlier story of mine about seniors. He suggested this one about an elderly white lady having sex with her even older long-time black employee. As most stories on Literotica it's completely fiction, this time told from the male's viewpoint. I'm black. Negro. Nigger. African American. Whatever some one w...