WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual descriptions. If you don’t like, or may be offended by, romantic stories augmented by explicit sex, read no farther. This story is intended for adults only. Minors should in no way read any of what follows. The following is entirely a work of fiction. The events and characters described are completely imaginary....
They didn't talk very much on the drive back to Pine Hills. The radio was on and the road was dark except for the long reach of the headlights stretching ahead of them. Sometimes he heard Michelle singing along to the music, her voice a low whisper under the vocals. She still wore her grey shirt with nothing underneath. Standing next to his car in the parkin...
This is just a quick and dirty story inspired by my wife of 20 + years. Don't ask it's a long involved tale for another time. Dom Woolf * Janice slammed out of the corporate office more pissed off than she could ever remember being. She stalked down the warm evening sidewalk every strike of her heels telling those around her to stay clear. Four blocks lat...
Ian walked into the kitchen, where his wife Kelly was preparing lunch. He embraced her from behind and kissed the side of her face. "Hiya sweetie," he said. She turned in his arms and kissed him open-mouthed, thrusting her tongue against his. "Well that was a bit unexpected," he said, once they'd eventually stopped seemingly trying to eat each other. "So...
Charlie was struggling to get free from a swarm of opponents when he heard the referee's whistle and the siren indicating the game was over. His team had been defending hard for the last few minutes protecting a three point lead in their first Northern district Rugby League final. Now as reality set in they knew that they had achieved what was deemed impos...
Sequel to: Never Make the Last Out at Third After some minutes, Charlie broke the embrace. Backing away a step, she steered her moist brown eyes into Frank's damp grey ones. "What now?" The man tilted his head to one side and shrugged. "I'm not sure. It hasn't been a day yet since you went from being the girl of my dreams to; well, the girl of my dreams w...
Charlie Barrett smiled and sang along with the radio as he sped home along the back roads toward his home. It was a three-day weekend, and his manager allowed the staff to leave early as a reward for good performance. Charlie knew that there would be a two hour window before his children arrived home from school. He also knew that it had been exactly two wee...
The soft yellow glow of lampshades lulled Charlie to sleep in the late hours after the guests had gone home. His roommate, Kevin, clanged the last of the empty wine and beer bottles into the bin before retiring next to him on the couch. Kevin yawned drowsily when he noticed that his friend had dozed off. He sank into the plush cushions and gazed wearily at h...
Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for the attention to detail in editing the story. I hope you enjoy the story. Please let me know what you think by commenting. I'd like to know how your found this story ( was it a keyword search, link from another story or just something you saw on the front page ). * Karen shut the door softly and locked it behind he...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...