It was so classic a situation as to almost be a cliche: bottom of the ninth inning, home team down by one point, the run to tie on third, the run to get ahead on second, and of course, two outs. Joe Tyrrell stepped up to home plate and customarily tapped the end of the bat on it. Joe was a good high school ball player, but not exceptional. However, he had g...
My motor coach rocked to a gentle stop with the soft hiss of air brakes. The motion and sound captured my attention and I looked up from my laptop. "We're here?" I asked as I glanced around. David, my friend, driver, trainer, and stunt coordinator, gestured out of the large windshield. "That's the place." We'd stopped in front of a slightly tatty warehouse...
The Second Story: Give It Up For Me, Babe Claire: I love my husband. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Not one single thing in the world. But, with that being said. There is something I haven't quite been able to manage to do yet. Quit smoking. Yes, I admit it. I'm a smoker. I've tried everything. The patches, the gum, the pills, quitting cold tu...
"But Karl, he's an asshole. You know I think he's a prick! All he does is try to look down my top or stare at my ass..." Elizabeth Alexander replied to her sweet boyfriend of just over three years as she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder while unpacking the brown bags full of groceries -- if she put them away a little harshly...well, she was just t...
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Categories: Consensual, Group, Anal, Toys, Love. 62. He came back from the kitchen and told them that he had learned how to make pastry and he had made the apple pie that was going to be for dessert and would be making the custard too. "He is a very quick learner and I think he would make someone a very good wife" Alice stated, looking at Ashley who blush...
IV: Help for a friend Chapter 32: Variations on a Theme of Love -- Adagio con moto We arrived in Sydney already late and first got Jenny to her flat -- and now it was really HER flat -- and finally, we were home again. After closing the door, I took a deep breath, turned to Maureen and hugged her as if I would never see her again. She lifted her face to b...
Philip Johnson Prologue An advisory to Literotica readers. This is a very long story involving photography for the first few chapters, and yes I do know that concept has been beat to death. I do hope that i've managed to give that idea a fresh treatment, and you'll stay with the story to see where things go. Good reading, Thornapple. Owen was forty one,...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
1. "Your new book is selling pretty well," said Irina Slonimska, Roger's editor. "Plumbing for the Panic-Stricken fills a definite need. I don't mind telling you that it saved me several hundred dollars in New York City plumbers' bills when I was editing the manuscript." "Did it really?" asked Sharon Hillstein, eying her old college roommate across the t...