"Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It's good to see you out. How're doin' today?" "Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me." Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Cle...
Who stole the stories from Literotica.com? Here's one answer. Huang Meili had a rare place for an eighteen year old girl--she was a Senior Research Fellow at the National University of Defense Technology in Chengsha. Ostensibly she was a database manager, developing software for better tracking spare aircraft parts and maintaining records for naval personne...
My grandmother had just passed away, I had recently changed jobs and was under a lot of stress working 75-80 hours a week and I hadn’t been with a woman in quite some time. I was depressed. I was 25 years old and I felt like my life was over. I wanted to die. Fortunately, my friends and family noticed what was going on and got me some help. Help came in the...
The village I was brought up in was at the top of a hill, at the foot of which flowed the local salmon river and this was to present me with my next opportunities in my quest for naked freedom and fun. The river valley had high rising woodland sides near the village and on the opposite bank open flat agricultural land and managed forest estates. I would ofte...
My lady Mariam "Mare" Nesrallah is one cheeky gal, in every sense of the word. I knew the tall, raven-haired and bronze-skinned Middle-Eastern beauty was trouble the moment I laid eyes on her. Something about the way she carried herself sent my bells ringing, as it were. Of course, I'm no stranger to trouble myself. My name is Aziz Gueye and I'm a big and t...
(This part of the story does not contain any sex. If you are waiting for sex, wait till the third part comes out. This is a story of a strong career-oriented woman, who gives up everything, including her sense of responsibility to her husband, her duty towards her family and the security of her future to promote her own career. When she sees her mistake, s...
Passion in James County XVI Martin Flannigan was just getting off the Interstate when alert tones began coming from the two-way radio mounted in his car. "Emergency Operations dispatching Medic One, Ambulance Twelve, Engine Twelve, Rescue Two," the dispatcher said. "We have a report of a vehicle over the bank on Route 11, about a mile up the mountain." "O...
My name is Michael. I'm 48, happily married, and I own a successful convenience store in the NY metro area. Owning a cash business like mine translates to lots of trips to the bank. I've been banking in the same place for over 5 years now so I know everyone there on a first name basis. It's my favorite place to visit. It also helps that with bags full of cas...
Steve Clarke battled against a biting wind that whipped sand into his face as he took his usual walk on the beach in Montauk. His shoulder length brown hair waved wildly in the stiff gale. The gunmetal sea crashed against the shore. The detritus from the past few months littered the beach- broken children's toys, glass bottles, a bucket of sand. Steve saw a...
This story is a result of a radio advertisement for a NYC bank. I listen to the radio (NYC) at night, and relish hearing the voice of the woman describing experiences of banking with her 'personal banker' (You can find one audio example on the internet without too much trouble-I am not permitted to include the link). Remember, all events and names are fictio...