"I think I may need a favour," said Ed Friar to his son. "What can I do for you?" Nick Friar said, taking a drink from the beer his father had handed him. "You seem to have turned me into a girl magnet." Nick laughed. "I have?" "Well, something has. Used to be I was invisible to anyone female under the age of fifty, but this last month or two, something'...
Tom Smith smiled when he opened up the Christmas card Suzy sent him. He chuckled at the silly note she had written. "Dearest Professor Tom, Hope Santa brings you a big old ...." Jolene, his paralegal, knocked on the office door and entered. He looked up from the note and saw the smirk on Jolene's face. "It's HER again. Do you want to take the call or no...
Author's Notes: This chapter, like Chapter 3, is part of an on going series found elsewhere on the internet. This chapter like chapter 3 can be considered a stand alone story and complies with Literotica's rules. I hope if you enjoy these two chapters you read the rest of the series. * After checking on the carnal activities going on in the West Wing Co...
The best part of my day was when she'd leave the office. Not that I wanted to see her go, but that was the only time I was afforded a glimpse of her as she'd make her way down from the 30th floor and past my security desk. I saw plenty of executives every day, but something about her was different. She exuded power, from her always-neat pixie cut to the outf...
If you are looking for a sexy story this essay is not for you. This is more of a theoretical essay based on the author's beliefs. ***** Everyone has sex fantasies of some sort, but with men there are two fantasies that most men have at least at some point in their lives which could be seen as immoral or even illegal. Those two fantasies I will broadly call...
Brief Acknowledgements This story was an experiment by me and my patient and amazing husband. We wrote it together, in collaboration, just for ourselves, and both liked it so much that we wanted to put it up somewhere so others could appreciate it too. Although we both wish to remain nameless, I want to give him credit for most of the material from the male...
Brian does not make an appearance on Wednesday or Thursday. I assume he is working at one of the other companies nearby. I see him briefly on Friday and suggest we go to happy hour with the rest of the crowd from the office. He declines with what seems like sincere regret. He has to work at the computer store tonight and most of the weekend. Saturday's mail...
"Listen, bozo, I like some girls and certain guys, yeah, I am bisexual, but I don't want anything to do with a creepy bozo like you," I said to my stalker, Geoffrey Paddock, and the skinny, Dashiki-wearing, decidedly effeminate Jamaican bozo looked at me with wide eyes, looking a bit frightened by my response. Without bothering to wait for the creep's respon...
The Angel and Me The stifling heat had finally broken, and a storm was descending on New York City. I shook the water from my hat, dropped it on the table, and looked around. It was the usual, sad, 3 a.m. Friday fraternity. "Hey, Joe! Daniels with a twist of lemon." I reserved bourbon for the bad weeks. Three paternity investigations, a pyramid scam, and a...
Ria Ria. 22 is of Indian heritage and has a Masters in finance. She has a flawless pale brown complexion and is tall with long graceful limbs and a proud owner of a swimmers body. Slightly flat chested but it suits. Her oval face has a delicate nose and the largest eyes with deepest-darkest pupils. Always dresses well in figure hugging dresses or short skirt...