Leila and I had been shopping and generally hanging out for most of the day. The Spring Carnival celebration at the university I attended was only a few weeks away, and all the fraternal organizations were in high gear preparing for it. Spring Carnival was a pretty big deal on campus; consisting of a number of "friendly" competitions between the various frat...
This was the third time Alma had acted up. It was beginning to get frustrating. The girl was just too wild. That didn't mean I couldn't teach her what being my slave meant. And I intend to teach her that tonight, or end the relationship. I can't stand disobedience. Ever. I came home from work expecting the house to be clean and to see her waiting for me as...
This actually happened to me back in 1981, when I was the greensmaster of a large Memorial Park in Southern Oregon. Some names have been changed, but the rest is pretty much how it came down. If you ever have a change to spend time in a working relationship with the deceased, I suggest you do it. It will change you. Please vote! * The wind blew oak leaves...
Copyright 2008 by madengineer3, All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules. * I lost my wife, of thirty-eight years, to cancer about five years ago. My life felt empty. We had a child, but several years back a drunk driver hit him head on....
"That was beautiful darling," Matron said as she rolled out of bed. She stood in front of the mirror, "thank god you haven't left too many marks. Those wives of yours love to tease. I don't want them distracted at tonight's meeting." Dave lay back and watched as she strode around his bedroom. "Put some clothes on, or come back to bed," he called. "I'm g...
Fatima paced anxiously in the living room waiting for Irfaan to pick her up for gym. This was all his idea. He'd ended up being the same stranger from the park. She couldn't believe her handsome stranger had turned out to be the same guy she was supposed to meet as a marriage proposition. Her father's business partner had wanted Fatima and his son to meet ea...
I woke from a blissful slumber to the smell of coffee. I was grateful for the sofa that acted as my bed in my squat, but this bed was so comfortable I did not want to get up. As my senses returned to me, I noticed my arse was a little sore, Becky's cock cage would need more lube than a little spit if it was to go back in me. I slipped reluctantly out of the...
CHAPTER 2: Where There's Smoke Four days after 'the incident' at my front door there was a fire in my apartment. It would later be determined the cause had been faulty wiring. The result? My kitchen was destroyed as was a good part of my living room. The wall between my kitchen and bedroom had a gaping black hole in it. What the flames didn't ruin, sm...
(Ding dong) Mrs. Wilson opened the door just as a second door bell rang. A tall, young man stood on the top step, leaning against the wooden doorframe. "Hey," Mrs. Wilson said. "You must be Kyle," He gave a non-committal sound of affirmation. She observed him intently, taking in the unmistakable scent of an Azzaro Chrome which wafted from the boy's...
Well folks, it's been a while and I deeply apologize for the delay. Life gets in the way and soon the wife and I will welcome a new baby boy. This should be an interesting chapter and it took quite a while to get it the way I kinda wanted it to go. Before we get to the good parts, I have a request to you, my readers. Which direction should this story take?...