by Philip Johnson As the category indicates, this is a non-erotic story, so don't get mad at me when you don't find much sex in the following story. Chapter One The name Paradise Found sounded somewhere between somewhat cheesy to plastic luxury. But the first thing a person noticed when they pulled up to the front entrance was true luxury. Not over t...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 08: Summer Holes Copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved. All characters and events are fictitious. The sexual positions are possible. * * * * * Chapter 1. It was eight o'clock in the evening. I sat at my desk reading. I always seemed to be sat somewhere reading or writing. When I wasn't in court as a witness that is. I...
Good Erotica During the early 1970s, what generally is called "oral sex" became legitimate; Americans simply voted with their feet and decided that fellation and its depiction on-screen are respectable. No doubt, this reversal was years in the making and had multiple causes; but the proximal cause was "The Devil In Miss Jones." In 1973, the year of its r...
This is basically a war story. It is an account of my personal view of the well known events of '93 in the Horn of Africa, where I experienced my very first campaign and a totally unexpected sex adventure. I changed the names and slightly camouflaged some otherwise obvious facts, in order to avoid hurting personal feelings or pride. Any reference to real peo...
This is my 8th story about Joanie, Mike, and Philip. It follows the story "Joanie goes to Europe." I want to thank everyone who contributed feedback, and it is your feedback that encouraged me to write this story. ********** After our wild times in France, it was back to work for Philip, my banker lover, and we headed off to Zurich. Philip gave me the ch...
(Age of Decadence) Lies and deceit leading on, the maelstrom swirls us back. We return to where we began. PROLOGUE: Mucia Faustina was seated on the third level of the amphitheater, the maenianum summum, the section allocated to women. On the roof above her the poor, the pullati, stood to watch the games. Fortunately she was in the first row of seats ab...
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely unintentional. Part of the Wine & Old Lace event, with a few literals corrected. PROLOGUE WE walked slowly, almost reluctantly from the warm and stifling waiting room across to Platform 7, to where the puffing engine had just dragged its train of c...
After a long dispute with my publisher, which resulted in my having to take down my stories, I changed agents and found a new publisher. As a result, I am now free to post my stories on Literotica again. I must thank my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical advice. SBrooks103x also reads for me. My editors are Papakilo14, Hal, Oldd...
Troy had fallen. That once noble city, Pram's glory and the jewel of Troas, would no longer sing her proud songs under the gaze of Mt. Ida. Betrayed by a wooden gift, the invention of the cunning Odysseus, she now lay ashen and desolate, her spirit and her people vanquished by ten years of war and Greek treachery, bringing death and destruction upon all. I...
This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Many thanks to Jim K for the fine editing work. Song lyrics contained herein remain the exclusive property of...