It was a hot, very hot day in Southern California. Most of the time the weather is nearly perfect, but the temps are highest, the wind doesn't blow as much and the smog seems to be at its worst in August and September. Even though we have a/c and a wonderful pool, we just couldn't seem to cool off. I was feeling a bit agitated and wanted to get out for a wh...
Disclaimer: As with the first chapter. These guys don't belong to me. Never happened, don't sue. Thanks. This one's from Magnus' POV. I knew the way I had come on to Stefan last night had been a bit disconcerting for him, being that he is only 23, and I know I was his first. And I pretended to be asleep to get him to go into his bunk and get himself off, fo...
My heart was racing. I was warm and sweating. My mind was spinning and stomach churning. I placed the faded red-covered diary on the nightstand and lay back on my pillow. I was exhausted but unlikely to sleep much. My wife was fast asleep next to me and had been for over an hour. I couldn't put the diary down. It was incredible; never in a hundred years wou...
She’s standing in a room with the golden sunlight of the late afternoon streaming in through the window, one knee up on the leopard print cover of her sofa. Her honey-colored hair is cut just a little longer than shoulder length; her black, ankle length negligee is absolutely see-thru, open in front to reveal the rounded tops of her generous breasts spilling...
Jim and I were walking to our car. We hadn't quite made it out of the mall. As we passed the last location before the exit doors we both looked over and saw several ladies doing aerobics. Of course all of them looked great dressed in their leotards and tights. Of course the mall just happened to put benches right in front of the gym's window. Both of us deci...
The rest of the week passed uneventfully. Fred returned Friday. He noticed nothing, even when they had sex Saturday night. She couldn't help comparing him with her teenage lover. Poor Fred didn't measure up in any way. Eight days later when Fred had taken off on another trip she was wondering when she would hear from Tim. When she got back from taking Fred...
The establishment located at the end of Main Street a few miles from my home was billed as the sex toy store for choosy women and men. I could not help but notice some common traits with any ordinary hobby shop; well lit, clean, and organized. The only difference, of course, was that it carried merchandise designed to stroke the libido, or should I say "lady...
Whenever I masturbate, I always think about the time I went to audition for a porno film. I had gone to other auditions, and they generally ended the same way—whether it was in an office or in someone’s house. I’d be asked to strip, show it hard and spread my ass cheeks. I would pose, and then the photographer would watch me blow myself, or maybe he would fu...
I first met Nick on a tour of the offices that the firm gave to all the prospective recruits. We were competing even then, for the two spots that our prestigious law firm had open that year. At first sight, we didn't get along. He went to Harvard for his undergrad, and I went to their arch rival Yale. He seemed to me that he thought himself God's gift to wom...
It happens to me a lot these days. I've posted a story on Literotica that I've worked very hard on for a whole month. Laurel saw fit to give me the coveted green "E" for "editor's choice." When I logged in to my author's page to post it, I noticed my ratings and number of votes have risen a bit since the last time I checked. I've received praise from the fee...