Paul Cutter mostly hated his job. He worked as a gym teacher and coach for St. Thomas College - an small private college outside Chicago filled with the children of the elite. Spoiled brats, he grumbled to himself as he laid cone after cone along the painted lines on the shiny floor. He somewhat enjoyed training the track and swim teams for the school; th...
Author's notes: If you are familiar with the song Ruby, by Kenny Rodgers, you know that this story can't have a happy ending. However, I have been asked by several readers to do this story so I bow to their desires. Abbreviations: NVA – the regular North Vietnamese Army VC – the irregular Viet Cong army in South Viet Nam. S2 – Intellig...
note: This is an Erotic Couplings entry in the Valentine's Day writing contest. Mega-thanks to TxRad for all his help. == Like some smooth, sensual serpent, the glistening cock glided out of Cindy's mouth. When the swollen head emerged, she lapped at its smooth surface while studying her husband. His big, nude body sat sprawled comfortably on their living...
Hi, I am new to writing on Literotica.com. I love writing. I have published a few horror short stories in a couple of anthologies, but I do have a secret fondness for erotic fiction. For the purposes of this writing experience, I will not be using my horror writing Byline (Byline is the legitimate way for saying 'Writing Name') I will be writing under the ps...
"Who but a bad, fearless, strungout, crazy motherfucker would come to Czechago? And we were motherfucking bad. We pissed and shit and fucked in public; we crossed streets on red lights; and we opened Coke bottles with our teeth. We were constantly stoned or tripping on every drug known to man. We were the outlaw forces of Amerika displaying ourselves flagran...
Marla Jacobs was bound and determined to achieve the same success as the men who held sales records for the John Deere Company. But she also knew it wouldn't happen overnight. She would have to climb the hard path to the top by beginning with small sales to individual farms, and one day being assigned a distributor account and then a regional area, and ultim...
My name is Anthony Taylor, Anthony to my friends, never Tony. On my visiting card I call myself Anton Schneider. A straightforward translation, harmless enough. However, the letters appended to my name, Dip. VIST, are, I admit, a fiction. I believe there is no academic qualification for sex therapists and therefore no Vienna Institute of Sex Therapists to aw...
"So, any of it true?""Maybe, maybe not." ********** I was lit. Lit up. The phrase fit because the day was bright as shit. Brighter than real. Because that's how it is when you're just left of drunk during daylight. The world just seems brighter. Golf, beer, more golf, more beer and now here I am. A healthy buzz during the heart of the afternoon and nothi...
When I was in the Army, sexual opportunities were limited, but not non-existent, particularly in the middle 70s when the Army first began to admit women to the general population. Prior to that, the best opportunities were with young civilian secretaries, the occasional nurse or WAC or young wives whose husbands were overseas. Personally, having served in Vi...
I've been working at Tannon & Co. for the past five years. It's a run of the mill financial strategy company that's been doing pretty well through the financially tough times. It's been a hell of a lot of work, and a lot of late nights but in the end it's paid off. What I'm saying is that I hate my job. I hate my job for everything it's worth, except for one...