Peter is a pervert who loves his artwork of painting nude women. Only, one day, after suffering a heart attack and confronting the reality of his imminent demise, during his road to recovery in intensive care in the hospital, he had the downtime to assess his life. That was when he grew a conscience. Coincidentally, with the beta blocker and other medicatio...
Not long after I finished writing the last part in the series, Gift from Outer Space, I wrote a couple more chapters on what I thought would happen next. I wanted to explore some sci-fi concepts and revisit some of my favorite characters. However, life got extremely busy and a part of me felt the most interesting part of their tale had been told. Now they'r...
Tina Lambert stood at the sink in the little cabin washing her hands. "That's the seventh time you've done that, Tina-Marina," Margie Stone said. "The ninth!" Tina said. Margie lay on the bed wearing only the crisp bill Tina had earned -- Ben Franklin's vaguely smiling face pressed between her legs. "You know, Tina, if we each earned just one of these a...
Alice opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. "Good morning, gorgeous." "Good morning, handsome lover." She yawned, stretching luxuriantly, and snuggled up to him. There was nothing better than waking up in his arms, feeling safe and warm and loved. It would be wonderful to do that every day ... no, don't get ahead of yourself, Alice. Just enjoy it whi...
My wife's sister caught me masturbating some time ago. My wife went off to work early, as usual, leaving me in bed. As usual I grabbed her worn panties from the laundry basket and started to wank into them. It was hot, so I threw the covers off, and I started to get into my stride, engaging in a little fantasy in my head about my wife having sex with some ot...
Hello Literotica! This is my first submission ever and I'm excited to see if anyone likes it. These stories are based on my experiences; names of course have been changed. Leave me some feedback and stay tuned for more installments on the story. -------------- It was a crisp December day in West Virginia on the top of Snowshoe Mountain. A bluebird day and...
Enter Chapter Three, in which a thief, a brainwashed nymph, and a hypnotist walk into a clearing and see a naked girl. This chapter's pretty light on the erotica, by the way. You've been warned. ~~~~ ~~~~ Night was falling in the Greatest, Darkest Forest, and Mier was running out of time. The red-haired woman sprinted to a nearby rosebush in bloom. She pe...
I received some great feedback on my other two, true-life stories. I also received several private messages asking that I write more and to tell about my first experience with a black woman. So I thought I'd try. Now understand, this is NOT a "sex story" so if you're looking for that kind of a story you need to look elsewhere. I also am not making any type o...
Annabelle. I hadn't met another Annabelle in my life. I'd heard of them in books or the movies or TV, sure, but never met one. This Annabelle was one of the office girls at my job. We work for a smallish tech company in the R&D department. I am one of the lead designers, a redneck among the tech elite. I've been working there for the last several years. I wa...
Every guy has his fantasy girl. Teresa Cartwright was mine. We've known each other for almost seven years now and I wanted to fuck her since the day we met. Call me shy, call me an idiot, call me what you like, but I never made a serious play for her. Stunning is the only way to describe her. She's petite and curvaceous at the same time. At 5-3, her long, s...