Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. This is my entry in the Winter Holidays 2019 contest, so please vote if you read the story. This is the romantic story of two college students, who, not having met each other before, are about to become step-brother & step-sister, yet find themselves too attracted to each other in a...
When things started to change, it wasn't a big upheaval or anything. Just a lot of small changes that started to happen more and more frequently. At the time they started I had been married to Jane for 15 years. She was 37 and I was 42. If you had asked me at the time whether we had a good marriage I would have said absolutely. But I was a very laid back guy...
1. Christi was in her kitchen at home one sunny morning after her husband Joe had left for work to go to his construction company. His 35th birthday was coming up and as she sat at the table sipping a mug of Chamomile tea, she pondered what she wanted to do to surprise him this year for his birthday. She thought back to last year and the trip to the Grand C...
His first sensation was one of motion, of floating forward through no power or will of his own. Hot, humid air assaulted his face and chest and privates, which he suddenly realized seemed to be totally naked. The air was so moist and burning he could barely breathe. He noted that his body's lighter than air movement was not quite smooth, but rather jerky,...
Chapter 16 - Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut Rose and Dave drove to Burlington and dropped off their luggage with the hotel concierge. They then prowled around Boston doing touristy things. The one advantage of having a motorcycle was that they were much easier to park than a car. Dave went into a garage near Quincy Market and parked in a series of...
(c) Daniel Quentin Steele - 2010 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the third story I've done for Literotica. I hope it's a little different from the first two and once again I hope readers like it. I've been very pleased, and surprised I must admit, that readers have responded as strongly as they have to my first two efforts. I would again like to thank editor LadyP...
Life is what you make it, make your luck, destiny is in your own hands. Prologue I might as well own up right at the front of our short-term hopefully intimate but rather one-sided relationship between you the reader and myself: I'm an arsehole, no, let's be brutally frank with you, I am one dumb stupid arsehole. And an unlucky one at that. I never knew h...
Welcome, dear reader, to my latest story. This is a romance -- or rather it is two romances because I wanted to try and tell a story from two separate characters' individual points of view. This means three things. Firstly, there is, in places, a degree of repetition as each character tells their own versions of events. Secondly, that the story is rather l...
Here I am, standing in a bus terminal, my two preschool children standing on either side of me. We are waving at a bus as it pulls out of the loading station. We cannot see inside the bus. We are hoping that mommy can see us waving to her and that she is waving back. My heart is in my throat. My stomach is in knots. I would probably be panic stricken except...
It was a winter evening, and the time was 8.00 PM. Pawan Kumar was ready with his suitcase as he had to board the train to Puri at 9.30 PM. Debashree, Tapasi, Basanti, and Sumati, all of them were standing nearer to him. He turned his head towards Debashree and Tapasi, "Listen, Girls, I will be away for only 3 days as I have a Bank's job at Puri. But during...