Chapter 12; The "Picnic" Late night; the best time of the day for a visit to FallingtoFly's 'Place in the Middle of Nowhere.' Deathlynx and MrsDeathLynx had wandered in. As usual, Deathlynx couldn't help himself, between bouts of discussing video games or classic cartoons with Trombonus, he bounded around the room pouncing and snuggling with the various wom...
That week, Victor is very busy examining the alien corpse. He receives an invitation from the gentleman, now known as Sir Malcolm, to meet him for dinner at his gentleman's club, where ladies are not allowed, no matter how brilliant they are. 'I'm sorry Adison, they're probably afraid you'd make them look foolish. Still, it's a job and it pays.' When he ret...
This is a fictionalised account of events that actually took place. There are Indian men who think of their women as husband-worshipping zombies. Indian women are undoubtedly devoted wives but they are also a vibrant lot with wild and varied emotions sloshing within them. It is up to the men to make the best of a good bargain. "I suspect I am a troilist," s...
The world had been changing rapidly. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse, that was yet to be determined. But the progressive political movement of the early twenty-first century had definitely made grounds, if not economically, at least socially, especially where sexual and gender norms were concerned. Science too, had made this new world more bold and...
Okay, my editor called me a machine the other day and I'm beginning to wonder if she was right. Another chapter done. I'm surprised my poor computer is still working. Enjoy! * * * * Chapter Three Sabra stared at her plate, finding it hard to look up and look at Ben, even when she could feel his gaze on her. He was too important, too necessary for her happ...
We met at a coffee shop in Ellsworth. She was very attractive. Not model looks, but tall with a nice body, wavy hair and a sincere face. Sometimes it's not the looks per se, but the personality and attitude that make someone sexy. She just exuded, extruded, sex. I asked her what she had in mind. She said it would be me, her and her husband. "Wait," I said....
Where husbands regain respect and dignity This is a sequel to No Reply by Harddaysknight. To understand this story you need to read Harddaysknights' story. This isn't a Burn the Bitch story, as that isn't warranted by the original. I'm OK if it bothers you. It is what it is. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story for Literotica Much thanks to Erikt...
I thought you said you have been married nine years. Why does the balloon say Happy 11th Anniversary? Eric questioned. I handed Eric a beer and clicked the remote to find the game we wanted to watch as we got settled in the part of the basement I had set up as something of a man cave. A big screen HD TV, a fridge, some comfortable recliners and a few poster...
I was just 18 and my mother had arranged for me to run a paper round at the weekends, collecting money from about 100 houses. I hated the idea but when I got started and had done it for a few weeks, I began to like the idea, especially as I could scam off a little for my own extra pocket money each week. It was amazing how trusting people were with how much...
Tasha Fontaine watched Henry walk up the driveway to his home. He wore a black duster to keep out the chill Autumn air. Most everything he wore was black. Or blue. Or forest shades. He looked at home both in the city and in the deep forest on the mountains. He was not a stereotype. He spoke politely, with manners and a grace far exceeding his youth. He even...