"'Bye, Hon." Robert said as he kissed her on the lips. "Have a great day and remember that we're having dinner out tonight-just the two of us. Love you." Cathy, his wife, had impressed upon him years before that they needed to make time alone as a couple a regular part of their life. Thus, 'dinner out' had become a weekly date that they both considered of ut...
It is a cold and blustery morning in early March as you sit at your kitchen table reading the help wanted ads in the local week end paper. Wrapped in your warmest pajamas, slippers and bathrobe you are still chilled to the bone. The furnace is out again. Thank God the girls are away for the weekend, one at an all weekend sleep over and the other on a school-...
WARNING... This is an "Erotic" Science Fantasy story. If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now. * There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own. Somewhere/ti...
Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Effusive thanks to Holly, the beloved and erotic Sister Decadence for her encouragement, editorial review and kind words. Thanks to Literotica au...
There was a chill in the air as we got into the car, but the sun was already burning off the early morning dew, and the low lying mist seemed to give the impression that even the clouds were still sleeping in the fields. 'It's going to be a hot day,' I said. 'In more ways than one,' he laughed, setting a whole host of butterflies into flight in my stomach...
Vice Cream is a collection of seven short stories, with a common narrator, featuring nature's most perfect food. Not all of the flavours are BDSM but I hope you will sample each one. As the saying goes, "Life is short, eat dessert first". Enjoy... Vice Cream Dessert in Seven Parts Vanilla "Boring." The word drops out of Master's mouth and rolls around o...
Author's note: All characters portrayed in the story are aged 21 or older. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance between the characters in the story and any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This story contains mild incest. If you are offended by the subject matter, proceed no further. * * * I was butt naked when I met the girl of my...
There's really no other way to explain this, except perhaps to begin at the beginning. I know that many who read this won't believe a word of it. But for those few who do, or might actually think about what's been written here, they'll begin to understand, wonder and possibly even question some of the things they might have done lately, or some of the situat...
"Hey, Alec," I say, close to weeping, "I'll have another please." "Here ya are, straight Chivas, for the lady, water back. Uh, ma'am . . .?" "Do me a favor, don't call me ma'am, what do I look like, your mother?" "If you don't want to be called ma'am, I guess you will have to tell me your name." "Name's Iris. And I am sorry to act like such a bitch. I sh...
It was 1976. Jimmy Carter was president. Rocky ruled at the box office. Disco was in its heyday. We all watched Happy Days, Charley's Angels, and (my favorite) One Day At A Time. Dream Weaver played on every radio and I can't even count the number of nights that I cried myself to sleep with Eric Carmen's All By Myself going through my head. It was also a ti...