All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified. ********* I sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting my wife's response. I knew I was going to get lambasted for what I had suggested. Caroline looked a little taken aback, but thought for a moment. "Okay. We can try it." My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. There was no way I thought she wo...
All of the material in this "Book One" has previously appeared on Literotica. If you have already read the previously posted Parts One and Two, there's nothing new here other than a few minor edits. I expect to post the first two chapters of Book Two soon, though, and wanted to return Book One for anyone not familiar with the story. When I finish the two cha...
Authors note: This is a story based on 2 Broke Girls and takes place during Episode 2 of Series 3. * Max Black like to think she was smart. Not like book smart, or smart in any way she could make a profit from, but she had a knack for seeing through peoples bull-shit. Except a few of her boyfriends. A lot of them, actually. And her Mom's. And, apparently,...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2012 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story...
Caroline woke first, she blinked and looked around as she realised she was not alone, Donna was there with her, warm and naked against her own bare flesh. She kissed Donna's head gently and she mused that having a slave was not at all what she expected, but inn her heart she was absolutely sure that she wanted Donna. She remembered the previous evening, h...
The first time I saw Caroline, my heart started racing so fast that I thought it would jump out right through my shirt. Her hips swung just right to make my balls tighten and my cock twitch inside my pants. “Time to cut back on the caffeine,” I said to my wife, Aliza. She knew better, noticing where my eyes were staring. “Enjoying the scenery?” she chuckle...
"Hot Town...Summer in the City" sang The Lovin' Spoonful. OK, the San Fernando Valley isn't exactly the city. Hell it's classic suburbia but it is Hot! Oh Yes! It's hot in the Valley all summer long. So my live in girlfriend and I decided to drive down from our canyon home to visit her parent's house in the central Valley. They had a pool and, in 1971, nobo...
Caroline was due to arrive for her monthly visit to give Jennifer her reflexology session and as usual I said that I would go out. Although they went into the bedroom to do it, I preferred not to be there so as not to disturb them. I wanted to go to the local shopping centre to buy some new clothes and as it was quite a nice day, I decided to walk. I bought...
The skinny white dog was painted mid jump on the blue oval sign. Five bullet holes had pierced it. The rim of the holes had the metal bent backward. Rust, tiny red-brown pigments, had eaten in between the remaining paint. The sign was small and flimsy, just a little something that someone had screwed to the roof without a bench. It was a vestige of human ci...
When Caroline Marsden walked into the Chanticleer and was conducted by the maitre d' through the dining room to the table where I sat waiting for her, I thought everyone in the room would turn and look at her. She was the most attractive, self-confident, powerful woman I had ever seen. She was an elegant opportunity, my best chance to vacate my humble cubicl...