Cindy fumbled with the lock and finally opened the door. She walked in, throwing her purse and coat on the sofa in the living room. She shook her head to clear it and smoothed her long red hair out of her eyes. She slapped the switch on the wall and the lights glared on. Cindy squinted her green eyes, then walked over to the couch herself, dropping onto it....
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. ABOUT THE REVISED CHAPTER The original text for this chapter was written in the form of journal style entries over fifteen years ago and when it was posted to Literotica I knew that something was missing, it fe...
Thank you for opening my second story. It is also a Holiday Contest Entrant. I am taking a risk posting in LW, but I believe it is the correct category. There is sex, drama, tender moments, and some violence. Shockingly it has a loving wife, and husband too. However, if you are looking for cheating, this isn't the story for you! I hope you enjoy this Chr...
The Big Bang weekend is rapidly coming; just a few days now. Jessica is getting more and more excited each day. She will bring the new year in great style, and her vagina will have the workout of a lifetime; 2000 fucks in a single long weekend. Now, that would be a fascinating topic of conversation when she meets with the women and talk centers around sex an...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...
Mary stood at her office window watching the snow falling. The decorations on the other buildings and houses in the surrounding community left no doubt as to what day was upon them. "Christmas eve," Mary thought to herself as she walked back to her desk and finished putting things away. "Geez, how this year has flown." She put the last few notes in her top...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] *****...
It was Christmas Eve. Arthur Scrude sipped a glass of egg nog, lightly laced with rum and ruminated as he was wont to do on such occasions. He went through a mental check list. Christmas cards all mailed out, Christmas gifts wrapped and sent. He had given generously to all the Salvation Army Bellringers although generous was a relative term. He had made good...
I woke up late on the Sunday morning, my mind reeling from the events of the last couple of days. Sally had left me a note telling me she had gone out shopping. I brewed a coffee, sat back in my armchair and tried to sort things out in my head. On Friday evening my wife had admitted to being kissed and groped at an office Christmas party a couple of years...
Stacey Bates was a secretary with a secret. The secret involved her desk which was originally placed next to a window on the sixteenth floor of the Brooks Building. One day, she had it moved to the other side of the room. She told her co-workers that she did this because the view made her dizzy. But that wasn't the reason. She preferred her desk there becaus...