This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under (c) copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Leaving Du Page -- Part II As the clock struck four, Susan started the engine of her SUV and followed the truck in front of us. All the pe...
I was just in the middle of writing my third submission when I got stuck. Wrote this quickie for a bit of a break. I needed to unleash the inner cunt within me. I haven't read that many stories here so if this isn't an original idea I apologise in advance. I unashamedly admit that my last story, 'Onslaught', was an amalgam of other's ideas with one new con...
This Epistle is part of the "Epistle To My Lady" series that I have written, which complements the series "Epistle To My Captain" by RedHairedandFriendly. I have enjoyed, do enjoy, and hope to keep enjoying the process of writing these stories with her. I hope that you, the readers, enjoy it as well. 9/30/10: My lady, I sincerely apologize for my parano...
It was 11am when Katie received the package from the delivery boy. The General had called the previous day to warn her to expect a delivery. She was told that she was being sent an outfit and was to wear exactly what was delivered and be ready no later than 12pm when he would come by her house and collect her. She was also told that, under no circumstance, w...
The next morning, Drew and I again tune in. Sheikh Tabash has a relatively free day, basically only spending lunch and the afternoon at his brother's holiday home in Singapore before hosting his brother at my mum's house for dinner. Therefore, the Sheikh and my mum only get up around 10am. He's clearly randy and ready for some morning sex though but feels li...
I would say that I spend a good seventy five percent of my effort, minimum, when talking about BDSM, actively contradicting common wisdom on the topic. And it must really seem, at times, like I'm simply contrarian on the matter. Given how I go out of my way to challenge almost every perception and preconception about it, sometimes, I must seem like one of th...
This isn't a pleasant or erotic story, but it is a true one; only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. There are no sex scenes in this one. I even omitted dialogue. Rather, this was just something I thought about when I woke up this morning, a tale not of a BTB consequence and not of reconciliation, but what actually happened to a couple I kne...
The nerve wrenching sound of metal wheels grinding against steel tracks was almost drowned completely out by the long blast of the big diesel's horn. Standing on the depot platform with my sweet little wife of only three months, it was a definite signal that for the next year, I would be thousands of miles away from her. I could only describe us as rabbits...
My first story in a long time. As a treat there is an anagram to be spotted and TWO jokes for those who are able to read Welsh! How did this story come to me? I was listening to a CD of hits from the 1970s, Mouldy Old Dough came on and the story came, fully formed, into my mind. ***** Chapter 1 It was Thursday night down the disco at the All Saints Chur...
I married my second wife, Loretta, because she is the complete opposite of my first wife, Margie. Loretta is plain, plain as white bread. Her features are not ugly but she does nothing to enhance them so she comes off as a 'Plain Jane'. I have never even seen her wear lipstick. Her clothes are non-descript and usually covered by a bulky cardigan sweater. The...