First off, I have to tell you I love Angela. Honest to God, I really do. I've told her this a million times. And I kind of understand her outrage and why she's doing what she's doing. I wish she wouldn't but I can understand it. God, I wish she would stop and be mine again. Okay, maybe that's not the best place to start. Maybe the beginning would work bett...
The next morning came early. I was tired and dragged myself out of bed. By the time I arrived at the office I was ready for whatever changes Stephen wanted to be made to the reports. I wore a simple short black dress, no bra, thong underwear and high heels. Knowing my brain wouldn't be as sharp because of my lack of sleep, feeling and looking sexy would give...
I am not Italian, nor have I ever met a member of the mafia. My distinct apologies for any errors or misconceptions. -Introduction- A few months before my twentieth birthday, I sat with Marco Giovanni, the most notorious mafia boss in New York, on the couch in his room sipping soda. We talked for hours that night. Actually, he talked, and I listened. He to...
(Be sure to go back for chapters A-P of this series of events of a college journalism major whose relationship with a cop has turned afoul, for which she has offered to do anything to atone. He's decided to take her up on it with an emphasis on the ANYTHING, but her atonement has taken on a life if it's own. By now she's losing track of the number of anonymo...
Edited by Todger ***** How fucking unlucky could I be... On the first vacation I allow myself in five years, I get in a very bad car crash that nearly kills me. I wasn't even going that fast in my 1970 Dodge Challenger. It took about a week after the crash, the nurses tell me, before I truly woke up from a haze of painkillers and sleeping pills. I was on m...
As usual, my stories are Interracial based. All female characters are well endowed in the chest area. If you do no like either of those, you will not like any of my stories. This story takes place after Game Day, so read that one first. * Being an assistant store manager has it ups and downs. It's good times as well as it's bad times, tonight was one of...
"What the hell were you doing, Sarge? You are two fucking hours late!" The Captain was a big boisterous man; six feet three, a hundred and seventy pounds and no fat. Fucking your wife, Sarge thought to himself though he did not say it. The Captain was a new cadet fresh from the Academy – barely twenty-eight, but to hear him talking, one would get the impre...
Early in the semester, the professor of Modern European Literature asked everyone where they were from, and whether they would be going home over either Thanksgiving or Christmas. Evan was from Arizona and already knew that his parents were planning on spending Christmas abroad. But the timing had not worked out for him with the start of classes, so his pare...
[This is a National Nude Day 2017 entry which was inspired by a post on a TruthOrDare site. A woman sent in a photo of her, naked in a Vegas window facing the town. That didn't do it. Her story of oral sex both ways on the hotel elevator fired up images and stories about exhibiting and sex.] * Mario and Maria invited perv . . . uhm, unsuspecting prospects...
To the gentle reader: The tale of these characters is told in a series of stories, which you can find in my Literotica profile—(a) We're All Friends Here Right?, (b) April Rain, May Blossoms, (c) The Seduction of Sara, and (d) Bonfire Fairytales. Each installment can stand alone, but dedicated readers should find prior acquaintance with the characters to be...