Dream On An Old Man's Fantasies Let me explain the sub-title. I am a seventy-four year old widower who has not had sex with a woman in close to fifteen years. My sex life, if you can call it that, exists entirely of masturbation facilitated by an active imagination. Some of my favorite 'jerk off' fantasies appear below. Please excuse my use of a pseudonym...
Chapter 1 Joan was going to spend a few weeks with her aunt and uncle at their summer home in a remote area of south central Missouri. It was the summer between her Junior and Senior years at the University of Missouri in Columbia. She had turned twenty one earlier that spring. Her Aunt Susan was in her early-forties and along with her Uncle Mike ran a ver...
Prologue "Willow!" I gasped. For a moment I went through that sense of unreality you get when you suddenly come upon someone unexpectedly, someone you never expect to see again. "Ross," she breathed softly, her face draining of blood. Unable for the moment to speak, we stood staring at each other. It had been four years since I had last seen her and for...
Sam +++ I don't remember when it started exactly but I have always loved and been fascinated by women and sex. The thought of sex. Talk about sex. Watching sex. Having sex. Even the smell of sex – well sometimes anyway. It's just an intrinsic part of me. It's probably down to my religious upbringing resulting in repressed sexuality leading to feelings of g...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Author's Note: Hi, all! It's been a few years since I posted "An Ill-Advised Kiss," for which I received a lot of kind and helpful feedback. Thank you for that, Literotica community! It was a fun exercise for me and I told myself I should try it again. And time passed. And then more time. Life has a way of intruding on fun sometimes. But I digress. As with...
Losing One's Fragility or Refillable: No Limit, No Expiration A Story by XXscribbler Almost midnight: at the hotel, Kelvin was just now checking in for his five day conference. From behind him came a voice, familiar but not quite identifiable: "Kelvin! I had no idea you'd be here! How nice to see you!" He turned, and his face lit up in a delighted...
Richard found a window seat on the train. He was on his way out of town to find his to his first job. The journey took two hours, and he got to Blazerville at supper time. He asked the porter where to find a motel, and was directed to the Morrison motel. The walk took about twenty minutes. Richard took a room on the ground floor, arranging to stay for...
Constance wasted no time explaining what she expected of the three boys in her new CFNM-run household. To Herbert it seemed as if he was entering into a kind of twilight zone world, but without all the attendant horrors that were sometimes a part of that often malignant universe. As he watched his stepmother proceed through a laundry list of items she had c...
Shireen's Story: Winning Me Back; Shireen's Narrative Shireen's Story was narrated by her husband, Akbar, in the first of this series. The second instalment had Shireen filling in significant gaps that Akbar had left out. After Akbar had influenced Shireen to become much more liberal in her views to sex, their views had come into conflict following a Super...