Res Lycanthropi ("On the Matter of Weres") ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ This is background information for the 'Baxterverse,' the series of stories begun by lilgirlsix. She and I now write them together. Though I wrote this and am posting it under my own name, know that lilgirlsix has approved its content. (In our partnership, Weres fall under her jurisdiction. ^^) I...
[This story involves adults of age 18 years or more. My first offering to Literotica after being a regular reader for years] There were eye contacts, exchange of smiles, lots of "checking out" each other on the dinner table. Cocktails and food tasted great, but the four people there rather paid attention on each other. There were moments of tension, pressu...
We've all seen it. The person who just screams vanilla. You talk about Sex, they say, "I've done that." You talk about anal sex, and they say, "That's an exit hole only. If anyone puts anything in there I'll cut it off." You ask why, and they just say: "Because." "Gays and Lesbians should be shot, Bisexuals are worse because they can't even pick a side....
** This is the next chapter in my story. The first chapter "From Handjobs to Orgies" is about my intro to swinging and group play, specifically my college girlfriend playing with other guys. This story is a continuation of how I became a bull for couples. As always, please leave a message if you want to know more!** ***** As my last story left off, I now h...
by Sal De Klerk, "The Salacious Scribe". ©2020 All Rights Reserved. Final Revision August 2020 Authors Note: I got the idea for this short story as I lay in bed with insomnia. I started writing it about 4 am and finished about sunrise, on my phone. I hope you like it. I decided to enter it in the 2020 Lit Summer Lovin' contest. Warning: This story cont...
Mrs. Mortley was my mom's best friend; their friendship dated back to primary school. We lived only a street away, so mom and Mrs. Mortley visited each other's home regularly. I used to accompany mom when I was a kid, but when I turned fourteen I stopped going. I liked Mrs. Mortley, she'd always been nice to me and there was always a little gift to be had....
"Driving for Uber can be really infuriating!" thought Mark as he slowly pulled away from the curb where he left his last passenger. What he would rather have done was throw the guy out of his car and roll his passenger-side wheel over him a couple of times. Instead he pasted a fake smile on his face and said, "Have a nice day," through gritted teeth. Now h...
Clara just dropped the press release on my desk and I can't hide my joy. A huge smirk on my face. All the specialized press had a picture of me front page. Christopher Harlow. The CEO of the year. I look down over the pictures. "Looking good" I mumbled to myself. My green eyes enjoying the look of my muscular body, my short brown hair and chiseled jaw. Looki...
On a lovely sunny Saturday my partner Lynn and I decided to go by train to a nearby town noted for bargain shops, charity shops and cafes. We both worked, but as always found it hard to make our pay cover the bills, so this was a rare treat. We arrived fairly early wanting to enjoy the full day. By ten o'clock we had hit at least five of the charity shops....
Julie chose a very short skirt today. Her husband commented on it and half jokingly suggested it was a bit too short for work. "Is it?" asked Julie. "I don't think so and anyway I'm helping one of the directors today and he's at least seventy five so I doubt he'll even notice. It'll have to do as I'm late and don't have time to change. See you later." She...