The way her mons was stretched tight and outlined by the pale blue silk panties almost ran me into a pillar by the staircase. I don't often become that distracted, and never by a woman in beige stockings. It was the Prussian blue suit that caught my initial attention, those gold buttons flashing in the sunlight of the glass lobby. The hair looked blond, th...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
This story has seven chapters. A reader jumping into the middle of this story will find themselves lost and wondering about the plot line and characters -- so please start at the beginning. This story has plenty of erotic situations as well as a dose of philosophy here and there. I posted this as a "Group" story, however, Lit assigned it as a Novel; parts of...
Those of you familiar with my other works will know this is a long one, and that I write characters, not porn-scripts, though this makes a change from my usual category. I hope, as always, you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. - W ***** I was wryly amused that seven years of my life could be packed into three cardboard boxes and a smal...
Thank you to GaiusPetronius for editing this series. * Donna and Steve had been talking for so long that the waitress kept coming by just to ask if they needed anything. The food was long gone, as were most of the other patrons of the restaurant. And yet the two of them continued to swap stories. That they had much in common made conversation easy. That the...
"A Helping Hand" (circa-1966) The full length mirror on the bedroom wall threw back an image of a fit and healthy eighteen-year-old man, boasting an impressive sculptured and toned physique. Lifting the lid of the record player and carefully lowering the needle onto a black piece of vinyl, cursing when the needle missed the start and scratched the surface...
Note from Slickman: I received a bunch of requests to keep this storyline going. Everyone in the story is at least 18 years old who are sexually involved. Make sure you are at least 18 as well and enjoy. Please read the Literotica rules concerning the copying and use of these stories and read "Girls Tennis Coach" first. Steve dragged himself home that even...
First, let me say thank you to all those who have sent their well wishes to my mother and our family. I hope to manage to post chapters of my story but the frequency will depend on the demands that my mother's illness puts on the entire family. Thanks for all the comments left on both ETC and TLAS. I look forward to future comments. MYGYPSY * It's been...
Mike nodded his head before leaving the bedroom and heading back downstairs to see how Pat and Don were doing. He found the two men almost collapsed on his wraparound, leather sofa with their boxer shorts on and a beer in their hands. Don gave him a slight wink and raised his bottle in mock salute. "How'd it go?" "All I can say," Mike answered as he contin...
It was a night of tradition. For the past few years, the Anglican priests of my Deanery gathered on Fat Tuesday to enjoy a night of revelry just before the austerity of Lent. This year was my turn to host the occasion. We usually had a business meeting just after lunch, and this year's meeting was incredibly stressful: Archdeacon Tommy Hughes was there to de...