Murray looked over the array of machinery in the garage before clocking out to return home for the day. The compressor rested in the corner near the Volkswagen G.T.I that was up on the lift and the Pontiac which was undergoing transition rebuilding. The floor had been swept and the tools returned. Murray stared in disbelief that ten years had quickly lapsed....
As we neared the point of land beyond which lay Smuggler's Cove, I walked aft on the top deck and looked back at the trailing boat. I could see that a couple more people had joined Miguel and Sandra on deck, and I waved at them. As they waved back and Miguel blew a short blast on their horn, I could see that the other man was also dark-skinned and black-hair...
I got into photography many years ago when we went on holiday together and borrowed a decent camera as I couldn't afford one. As years passed and we got financially more comfortable, I bought one and started to learn how to use it properly. One thing I wanted to try was studio photography and I learned through a friend of a new place that was opening up nea...
It was five thirty in the morning when Ramesh woke up from his sleep. He wanted to go back to his beauty sleep but was arrested by the excellent, innocent beauty of his wife. Sukanya was sleeping in her light coloured nightdress and was displaying the aura of her attractiveness at peak levels. She was just like an angel with her delicate, fine features. The...
After verbalizing our desires he did something I really found appealing and a bit scary. "What's up with Clayton?" he asked. I didn't want to sound too defensive but his comment caught me off guard. It shouldn't have, but it did because my marriage to Clayton was obviously the 900 pound gorilla in the room. "Nothing's up with Clayton. He's my husband and...
It doesn't really get going in Pattaya until quite late in the evening. The wilder party goers usually spend their days at the beach relaxing and recuperating from the previous night's excesses. Then after eating a late dinner, with their batteries recharged they filter into the honky tonks and girlie bars around ten or eleven to begin the excitement again....
Chase wiped the sweat from his brow. Damn, but it was hot in this attic! He had promised to help his neighbor, Mrs. Gumshot, clean out her attic in exchange for her late husband's jazz albums. Mr. Gumshot had been a bandleader and had a massive collection of old jazz hits. Mrs. Gumshot did not offer to help. Looking out the attic screen, Chase could see her...
Hello dear readers. I write again to a special reader. One who chooses to write diatribes rather than honest criticism. It's also for all those who 'comment' anonymously unwilling to use even their Literotica username. And, it's for those who seem to be the hall monitors of the 'Loving wives' section and who cannot for the life of themselves write more than...
The Violence of Desire "Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion." - Marianne Moore From Quotable Women of the 20th Cent...
The following is a true experience, it is not fantasy. This is my first attempt at telling all. If I get a good response, I will write more about the adventures undertaken by my wife and I so many years ago. It was a different time. Aids was not an issue and she was on the pill. * My Wife, (J) and I had been enjoying the sunshine at a water hole high in th...