Author's Note: This story is intended as a follow-up to my earlier story "His Favorite Birthday" under the topic "Loving Wives". You'll see why I reclassified this one. * The morning after his birthday, Ross had quite a vodka-induced headache, but he was smiling as he made the coffee. Maybe it was more like smirking. The day before, his wife Kate had give...
Short Introduction For every person that's alive on this planet today there is a story. Each of these stories are like fingerprint in that they are uniquely ours and are created by the choices that we make in life. When we are born we are like blank slates but the moment that we pop out of the womb we begin experiencing changes that will inexorably shape ou...
I was dreading getting home that evening. My world was suddenly in tatters. Joe, my husband, had found out about the money and my affair with Cliff. The money had been bad enough, but I had also put our business in jeopardy by taking money out of the company to give to Cliff. Then Cliff had ditched me because I refused to give him any more cash, and I realis...
Saturday morning and Ewan rose, as usual, to sit on his rooftop drinking tea. His penis rose, as well, to stand on its own as he thought about sexual things This had soon become his other habit in the mornings in Greece. It had not been his habit back in Scotland, not that he had had some private rooftop terrace there but, even so, the days would have been f...
So, I guess this would be a good time to tell you that this isn't a story about a Princess who was rescued from a tower guarded by a dragon. And it's not a story about the princess marrying her rescuer or about them falling in love and having two point five children and living happily ever after. Sure, there is a princess in this story, and there might even...
This is the fourth installment in a series under this title. This chapter picks up where the third chapter stopped. This story is a work of fiction. While the story has some basis in reality, any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. ***** After we had shown Terry, Brandt, Stephanie, and Mike the video of Carol...
Guys! Sometimes you have to wonder what goes on in their minds. Do they even inhabit the same planet we women do? Case in point... After a particularly lousy day and four extremely challenging calls for EMT services, I arrived home to an empty apartment. My boyfriend either wasn't home yet or had gone out with one of his buddies. In any instance, it was fi...
This is the fifth chapter of Amy's recovery from an ugly marriage, with more to cum. It is strongly suggested that the reader start with Chapter 1. All characters are fictional. All rights reserved. Please vote, and I welcome all constructive comments. ***** Later that evening, Cindy called to ask how my house cleaning went. I gave her the Cliff's Notes ve...
Many Literoticans are loving this story and, for that, I am grateful. I enjoy your feedback, comments and votes so please, keep 'em coming. --------------------------------------------- After the morning yoga class, we returned to our room to find Santo overjoyed to see us. He jumped on the bed and rolled over as Amy and I scratched and massaged him. He wa...
This story was inspired (loosely) by a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson, included at the end of the piece. I employ certain of his phrases throughout, but all credit for those words belongs to the great romantic himself. = = = = = = = = = = = = Claribel always seemed to have a way of putting people at ease. It wasn't an effect that she tried to have on people...