I was ten minutes away from ending it all the first time, after my wife and I divorced. I came home from work during lunch. I never did that—it's a half-hour each way. I forgot a CD that I promised a co-worker. On a whim, I took a long lunch and thought I'd drop by the house to pick it up. I didn't bother calling first. Why should I? I figured I'd just...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Finally, the first Brod to come out after the survey! Sorry about the lag, guys. December has been crazy-busy. I'll talk more about it after the story, but if you didn't know, at the beginning of the month I held a survey for people to put in their thoughts and help determine the future course of Brod. This is the first of the issue...
"I said, can I buy you a drink?" Farah looked up from her phone, annoyed. Suitors here were a dime a dozen, not that that was particularly different from her usual experience at public events. But then again, this wasn't exactly a public event. One would think that a scientific conference of this magnitude would provide some respite, however brief, from the...
Chapter 9: Michelle's Story February 22, 1961 My name is Michelle Dawson and up until recently, I had no hope of living a perfect life. According to my driver's license, I'm five foot six and weight one hundred and forty pounds. I am the daughter of Florence Toews and Walter Dawson, and I was an accident. My parents married when Florence discovered she was...
This series is an adult based writing. It is intended for adults 18+. It contains graphic sexual scenes and lots of dirty words. If you need to go to the dictionary to know what any of the words mean, then you are too young to read this. I hope you enjoy Dustin's wife. * "So what do we have in store for our fuck toy today?" Mike asked when he learned that...
This story is about Mark, an experienced guy in the swinging scene and Dorothy, a soccer-mom who is a first-timer. Thanks to LarryFromSeattle for editing it. * "My name is Mark, I am 36 and by day, a foreman over a crew of welders building skyscrapers. I keep fit at the gym. I played offensive guard in high school football, so picture me a good size but...
As usual on Literotica, these kinds of stories are a lot more fun if you read the chapters in sequence. But of course you don't have to. Enjoy! * * * "Regular tutoring" was, at first, something I insisted we set up at school. Natalie was resistant at first; she'd pouted, her skirted legs indignantly crossed, as we spoke about it before school a couple da...
*Fire inspires Brilliant and consumes the Wicked* (Thanks once more to Frontma's patience and persistence) (This is not a rape story – trust me) My name is Waylon Fielding and I am married to a wonderful woman, my wife Celine Fielding. I would like to say that my life is perfect, or even good, but after two years of marriage I'm pretty freaking miserabl...
"Well," Tony said. It was Saturday evening and we were at the Broadway Grill, sitting at one of the sidewalk tables, for dinner. It had been three days since my encounter with Malcolm in the elevator, and I had just confessed everything to my best friend, even showing him the fading bruises on my elbow from Malcolm's hand. "I can't believe you waited three w...
If you asked me yesterday, I would not have called him my favorite uncle or even have said that we were close. Today? I miss that crazy old bastard dearly and love him with all my heart. What changed? He died, in a car crash with another guy who worked for him. They had been out drinking and driving drunk and had crashed into a telephone pole, killing both...