I'm an old lady, the gray haired granny worried about blood pressure, not boob size. I'm a prude, preferring a turtleneck to something slinky....most of the time. An old fashioned, conservative, boring product of the baby boom who fears technology even if I do write for Literotica now and then. I twirled the DVD in my hand one more time and knew this was stu...
I am listening to his latest CD whilst I write this short piece. As per usual, there are a couple of tracks that I already love, a few that I very much like and a couple that I care less about. When I listen to his music sitting in my own home it is difficult to equate what I am hearing to this man that I know so well. He is just a man after all. One I happe...
"Ashanti, your husband is a world class ass." Theresa filled our wine glasses. "You don't have to tell me. I live with the man." The blend from one of our local wineries was soothing and sweet. I could taste a hint of cabernet but couldn't figure out the other flavors. "I just wish that Craig would spend one Friday night with me and let the homeboys do thei...
We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flashing her wares at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong, allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet,...
Oh, why had he asked her to meet him here, Ginger wondered nervously, tugging at her short black skirt. She crossed the floor to the bar, a little wobbly in her high heels, very conscious of the eyes that followed her. “What’ll it be, little lady?” the man behind the bar asked, his eyes lingering on the smooth, rounded curve of breast exposed by her tight l...
It was the end of the evening for Cat, of hard work and drudgery. And what a night it had been. There was the regular crowd to contend with; the ones who knew where she hated to be pinched and pinched her there any ways. But there were also many new faces in the tavern as the call to arms for the King drew the mercenaries out. Cat knew that she was consider...
Ch. 02 Wolf Feather I still could not believe it, even as I looked at the items upon the small table: my favorite bright red dildo with the various nubs all along the shaft, the pair of vibrating bullets, the tethered cuffs lined with fake fur, and the several discs in their innocent-looking cases. Even stranger to me was that I was wearing a schoolgirl u...
Note- BBC Corporation own the rights to Doctor Who. This is a fantasised parody based on characters therein. Occurs at the ending of the David Tennant episode 'The Shakespeare Code.' xxx Martha sat close to Will, still not really believing this was in fact THE actual genius in the flesh. They were by the original Globe Theatre in the year 1599, and this ma...
This story is inspired by a pen pal in another country. It never happened and the characters are fictitious. It is my... our... fantasy. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. It is also the first part of a multi-part story which will become more and more descriptive over time. Should you choose to comment or rate the story, please do so with this i...
Having just moved in to my apartment I didn't know any- one in the building, except the super. It was a small one bedroom, but big enough for me to live in when I wasn't on the road. I started my new job as a claims adjuster for an insurance company last week, and needed mainly a place to work out of. The work was interesting and it kept me on the move. I h...