This is a follow up to: A Losing Hand in the End After I told my girlfriend Noreen about my encounter with Ben it's hard to say who was more excited at the prospect of the three of us getting together her or me. We were sitting on the couch at the time and Noreen said, "Oh Russell you go all Bi without me there to enjoy the show. Not very considerate of y...
We stood there together, about to go into the bar. He looked me right in the eyes and stared for a minute. "You sure you're ready to do this?" I could see the look of concern wash over his face. "Baby," I said, grabbing both of his hands. "This was my idea, remember. You are the one who looks worried. Are you OK with this?" He smiled so big, I thought his...
I am old now and this shitty nursing home bed will be the last I know in this world. I have multiple medical maladies and mobility problems. I even need help to go to the bathroom. There is no dignity left for me, so I escape into memories of days gone by. Fortunately, my mind is mostly clear and I can work this computer enough to tell a few of my stories. I...
I have submitted this elsewhere so another version exists in cyberspace with the ages relating to the UK legal age of consent which is 16. The main charater who relates the story is coming up to that age. As with one of my other stories posted here, A New Life Spent in Perpetual Orgy (group)I have modified this story to respect the Literotica age rules, alt...
In case you have not read Chapter 1 of Maggie's Revenge you should know that my wife found out about my hot, young girlfriend, Marie. She was coming into town for a fantasy weekend and my wife saw her hot tits when my cell phone rang. I was busted big time. I came clean with my wife and told her everything about my relationship with Marie, who is also marri...
At twenty years of age, I was still a virgin. I'd never even kissed a girl. I certainly wanted to, but my lack of confidence prevented me from making any moves. Depression and mild social anxiety plagued me all my life, and I feared rejection. My horrible self-image sapped any chance in my mind of even a moderately attractive girl falling in love with me....
The princess just couldn't take the thought of another suitor saying the same damn things, poems with the same damn rhymes, songs with the same damn chords, bouquets with the same damn roses. A feast of unappetizing meals, and despite her lack of hunger she had to eat one. Was it any wonder she'd run away? Not far. The establishment she found herself in was...
The next morning I awoke with the alarm and awaited my Goddess's orders. My hard on in its cage felt wonderful. Goddess Erica requested a through massage and demanded the proper praise. I extolled her virtues as I massaged her magnificent body head to toe. Though a new experience for me it seemed as natural and familiar as breathing. A short time later God...
Carole Boyd had never quite done something like this before. Then again, standing in Terminal B of the Philadelphia Airport nude, covered by only a ankle-length trench coat, a pair of black 4-inch-fuck-me heels, and a generous strand of pearls that dangled between her ample breasts, wasn't something in the norm for most people. Certainly not the travelers a...
I saw her from half a block away and across the street, looking at her own reflection in a store front window. Even from that distance I could tell she was a beauty. As I got closer, it became clear that she was a pin the needle "10". She was young--nineteen at the most--blond, slender, tall, with creamy pale skin; the perfect waist to hips ratio, an awesome...