The explanation / justification for my having the nerve to write a sequel to 'Roomers' is summarized at the beginning of Ch. 01. I hope I've slipped in enough back-story so that you don't have to have read the first series to enjoy this follow-up. On the other hand, if you're a 'Roomers' virgin, it would certainly help to scroll through it quickly. Two poi...
**Disclaimer** This story has a little bit of a lot of things involved. It was written for the Nude Day Contest and I wanted it to pack a wallop. I hope you like it. **** Adam heard the whispers first. At least he thought they were whispers, tiny voices that were indistinct and seemed to be calling to him. He followed them, dropping his heavy pack, leavin...
There is no sex in this story. It's cold in Minnesota during the winter especially when you're used to the mild weather of Virginia. But it's even colder when you're sleepless and alone. I'm just feeling sorry for myself. God knows I've got it better than most and it's ridiculous for me to feel like this. Still, I do, and even though I'm keeping it togeth...
It was late in Malmhule. Late to the point that it was already technically morning. The bell tower could be heard clanging once over the city to signal the first hour of the day. Any regular, decent, hard working citizen who did not have a night-shift would have long been sleeping by now however there was a handful of people still active and shuffling about...
DISCLAIMERS: [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. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and charact...
Old memories have a way of haunting you in your old age. Dreams lost and opportunities missed. Marla Sue is one of those. A dream lost that now haunts me from forty years ago. Young, beautiful, sexy, and so naïve in an outgoing way. I wasn't much better, a slow talking, shy country boy that found himself living in the city for the first time. I was totally l...
This story is the fifth of a series, which began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe and continued with similarly named stories. The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter at a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar, when Suz's incredible, dark-haired, and lon...
This story is the sequel to: http://www.literotica.com/s/crazy-adventures-of-shannon-hannigan * I kicked the post in frustration, and hopped a bit to shake off the pain. My parents had decided 6 months ago that they couldn't handle me, and sent me to live out here in the middle of nowhere with my aunt and uncle. It's not like I try to be a troublemaker......
Edited by Red Martha. In "Joanne's Metamorphosis" my male protagonist was a successful writer of country music; I've only borrowed a sliver or two from that story theme. My musical tastes are eclectic; I enjoy classical, jazz, blues, classic rock, alternative rock and country---pretty much anything other than gangsta' rap. My son reintroduced me to country...
Set in the same world as A Slave Under Contract, but with a different theme. "Do you agree, then, George?" asked Melinda. George stammered and stuttered, trying to get his words out. That this beautiful goddess should have asked him to be her slave for a full year, well, it was more than he could have hoped for. They would go together to the enslavement ce...