---- This is a near-complete re-writing of one of my first stories: the road tip. It's part experiment to see how my writing has improved, part effort to make the story more palatable and less controversion, without lessening the cruel and firey treatment the two parties give one another. Still, though, this story does not, necessarily, represent a health...
Amanda rolled part way on top of her husband Greg, one breast partly hanging out of the top of her nightie. She kissed his neck, moved her lips to his ear. "Deb said that she is a grass widow," she murmured. Greg knew full well that Amanda was talking about the new neighbor, a tall elegant woman who he had seen a few times fussing around in her yard. But h...
My name is Rob. Me and my wife were celebrating our daughters 8th birthday. I was so proud of her. She's on the honor roll at school and a great help around the house. She was the perfect child. Me and my wife were grateful we decided to have a child. I remember that day well. Let's see....What's next? A walk in the park What's next? A walk in the park...
The following week went by and I had not seen Julie or Tra'mon. Many thoughts of texting my wife crossed my mind, but by now I was more timid than I ever was before since I discovered Julie was "with" the black man. I also knew the young black stud would become angry if I tried calling or texting Julie, and I was afraid to get beaten up by him yet again....
Last week I was driving home from work on the Kirkpatrick Turnpike and exited on Penn (by Target and Best Buy), I got in the outside right-hand turn lane and waited, traffic was horribly slow, creeping, there had been a wreck in the intersection and we were all at a stand still. Typically, there was one of the usual scruffy panhandlers approaching each car...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** In the stifling August heat, Brian Harris pushed the lawnmower through the thicket of grass in front of the Houghton house. The last tenants had seen Brian cutting it when they moved in, had not told him 'thank you,' had not offered him money, or a...
One of the greatest gifts an author can receive is feedback from readers, both positive and negative. Critics make an author reach beyond their last work, striving to create something better, while supports help to feed an author and drive them to create more. I gladly accept both. If you get to the end of the chapter, if you have read all the way through,...
(Sorry folks but this won't make to much sense if you didn't read the first chapter. My special thanks have to go to Muddy. Her help was invaluable.) I woke to the crackle of the fire still burning gently in the hearth and both girls snuggled into me on either side, the room was dark but for the glow of the fire and a cover over all three of us. I never r...
Okay, I've been reading literotica for over two and a half years now, and up until today, I've only been a spectator. But I've had some stories rolling around in my head for the longest time, so I thought I might venture to put one up and see how it is received. If y'all like it, I'll see if I can get more out of my head and onto the site. If not, I'll be h...
First of all, I want to thank everyone for reading my previous two stories. Your comments are always appreciated. As with the other two stories, this one is not a stroke story so if that's what you're after, it's best you move on now This is a romance, a character study if you will and what I've always enjoyed reading about is people, even here on Literotica...