---Part Four - Silky --- The drive from the apartment compound to the parking lot at work was less than 10 minutes. Any number of thoughts and emotions raced through my mind, and frankly, I couldn't even tell you how many cars I passed, which intersections I stopped at or got a green light through by the time I made it there. My mind was trying to comprehen...
"You could say I was slumming it when I found her, and you'd almost be right. I was chasing some two bit clown supposedly cheating on his wife when I strolled into some stinking hole of a bar. For a wrinkled twenty the bartender directed me to the alley where my client's husband was supposedly entertaining some drunk blond. By the time I quietly slip...
Jan Roth thought that her marriage was happy. She had still no clue, after 23 years of marriage to Reuben Roth, that he was not pleased or satisfied with her performance. She was just too vanilla for his taste, plain and simple. She only wanted missionary sex- albeit a lot of it. There were other factors as well. Jan was Episcopalian, and a devout one at th...
It had been a long evening. You made me jump through a lot of hoops before you were really ready for us to get together. I had just left my ex-girlfriend, not for you, but because we simply weren't going to make it. My hope was that since I was single now, before I looked for a new relationship, you and I could finally have some fun. So I saved my first payc...
All of that sex and still I wanted more. The last session with him satisfied my pussy's need to be filled - it was good sex after all. But the rest of my body wanted, no, needed something more. I went to the kitchen to make lunch, and as soon as I saw the wooden spatula I knew that food would have to wait. It was small and its shape and size reminded me of a...
"When kings the sword of justice first lay down, they are no kings, though they possess the crown. Titles are shadows. Crowns are empty things. The good of subjects is the end of kings."- Daniel Defoe I have noted for some time now that there are some truisms and proverbs thrown around so much that they seem to be cliché. Among the most exasperating of the...
I have not been a Literotica Member for very long, although I was reading and enjoying the works posted here for years before I signed up in order to post my own works. I tend to be attracted to only several groups here, although a well-written tale that is outside my normal bounds is often appreciated. But I always accepted the site for what it was -- a pla...
I write erotic fiction and post the stories on an internet forum. Recently a reader took strong issue with the content of my latest story, asking, 'hasn't this author ever heard of "Safe, Sane, Consensual"?' The story did feature an extreme BDSM theme, but was fiction, and intended for an adult audience. Like all parents, and I believe. most writers, my ins...
Jeremy opened his travel bag and looked inside. He frowned. Somehow that bag had become the reservoir of his dwindling will to go on. He just sat there and looked inside. "What's the point?" he sighed to himself. He lifted heavily from the corner of the bed, just another bed, and just another motel. He glanced out beyond the 'just another window' and watched...
[This is my first solo story I've written, so it may take me a bit to get into the flow of things. This story was inspired by a fellow author on the site Grimbous, so apologies if there are some similarities, I wrote on one of his stories and hoped to continue with some ideas I had going forward there but I'll be making this into my own thing with its own fo...