I was awakened by a feminine cry in the middle of the night. Once again, my sexaholic neighbor above me was going at it with some girl. I glanced over at the clock and rolled my eyes. I absolutely adore the sound of a woman enjoying sex. But when it happens in the middle of the night – repeatedly, for months – I find it rather annoying. It was especial...
Our usual game night with Joe and Cindy was coming up in a few days when my wife Susan shocked me with playful flirty banter as I drove my hard cock into her sweet pussy, "mm... I wonder if Joe's cock is as big as yours." I nearly shot my load right there but she continued "I'll bet Cindy shaves her pussy clean just like you like it." That was it, I grunted...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. Estephan stretched. He wasn't sure what time it was but...
Despite the glare of the sun reflecting directly off the glass, I could make out the portrait in the shop window. Not that the painting itself was remarkable; the subject was a girl in her late twenties, demurely dressed almost to the point of dowdy, hands folded on her lap like La Gioconda. There was no enigmatic smile but there were the eyes. I slowly pace...
I'm not sure if the description is really accurate, but I've come to call it my catalogue of loss. This spiral bound gregg ruled steno notebook contained the brief story of my love life in the form of a list of things I've lost. Now for anyone else it seemed more an odd listing of names and objects with little or no connection, but for me each connection was...
"Honey, I Have a Question for You" Lead in: college professor wants to expand her body of knowledge It's just a short little light hearted exercise. Well, mostly anyway. Don't get your panties all wadded up. Characters: Tom Dempsey, husband and history buff. Marie Dempsey, wife and college professor Derrick "Snake" Prescott, Lounge Lizard...
Note: The first part has published, and I can see a difference in how Literotica's Preview handles formatting vs. how the production process does. Something in the latter converts an en dash into a pair of hyphens even though it's a standard character. I'm sorry about that. I hope you can overlook the awkwardness. I'll see if I can do something to avoid it i...
Part B - Annie goes to the bathroom... Annie followed William through the mall as her mind played through the day's events. Initially she was planning to tell Brian it was over, the next thing she knew she's driving naked in the car, both boys—she couldn't think of them as guys—leering at her body. Recalling her helplessness and how vulnerable she felt bei...
Valentine's Day was a week away, and everyone thought Carlos was nearly over her. He thought he was nearly over her, too. Yet there he was, hiking up the overgrown trail at the back of Levy Park, up into the forest of tall old trees. He hiked for ten minutes, finally reaching the flat boulder next to that familiar crooked tree. He traced the heart he had car...
Why in the world had he taken a job teaching at this shitty high school? Oh that's right, his unit had been called up for Iraq; he'd come home eight months later and he didn't have a job any more. His fucked up former employer had used some legal loop hole to, "eliminate his former position". He'd talked to the JAG officer; he wasn't in a union or a non-exem...