I seem to be on a roll here lately. This is my third story in the past few weeks. There is sex in this story, but it's not that descriptive. I leave it to your imagination to fill in details. I like this story, and I hope you do to. My name is John Anderson. I am 36 years old, and I have been married to Toni for 15 years. We met in college, fell in lov...
"Order up Cat." Marco bellowed from behind the stainless steel service counter. Marco had shortened my name from Catherine to Cat shortly after I'd started waitressing for his Aunt Bella's place several months ago. "Marco its Veronica." I reminded him again pointing at my name badge that I had changed three weeks before after my evening at Grady's speake...
This story is about a cheating wife and an unusual punishment by a desperate husband. Although the subject matter is cheating, adultery, cuckoldery, pornography and more, there is no actual sex in this story, so if you want something to top up your wank bank, pass this one on by. I wrote this story purely for my own amusement, but, somebody else might like i...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
"What do you mean you've never seen one??" gasped Beth as we sat in her bedroom reading magazines and indulging in a smattering of girlie chatter and gossip. "It's true!" I replied, "I've never seen one." "I can't believe that!" Beth replied somewhat aghast. "Yeah, well you obviously didn't have the sort of upbringing I had!" I shot back. "Yeah but even...
A gray, rainy morning greeted Peter as he woke to walk the dog. He resisted the urge to check his e-mails until he returned, and after taking a towel to a very wet dog, he went to shower and change out into dry clothes before sitting with his laptop and a cup of coffee. Karen's note made him smile widely, and as he sat there sipping the hot brew, he decided...
Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica. Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. Chapter 9: Gratitude Charlotte woke up earlier than normal with urgent feelings. She washed quickly at home. Brendon would probably come to the lake, but that was of no concern today. Sitting on her couch, she took her t...
This is a continuation of my first story, "The Girl Down the Road." It is based on a true story, although I have elaborated to make it more entertaining. The new term had started and I was seeing Allison a lot less. We would still spend entire weekends together, but because I only got home at about five every day and we didn’t see each other much during th...
C-South High School, Zanarkand The only place Raine could be alone to cry was in the park, on the swings. Head down, shoes elevated from the trench of mud below the swing, Raine didn't get far, the tears only just welling up in her eyes when Auron's boots appeared in her range of vision. She swallowed and hastily cast away the tears. "I thought I gave...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age. In the Middle Ages, as now, the development of sexual maturity depends largely upon diet. One can imagine poor people in the Middle Ages did not have abundant food and therefore matured a little later. Chapter one, in which Alexander obtains Julie, a poor farm girl Alexander, a proud...