This is my story. I have made it as accurate as I can; obviously I was not able to record conversations word-for-word as this occurred several years ago. But I think I've been able to get it pretty close. * I was born in the Dallas area to a "good Baptist family." We went to church 3 times a week (Sunday morning, Sunday night, Wednesday night) and lived o...
Jayla busied herself washing the goldroot, Tharo was fully focused on whatever he was working on. Corish arrived, "You're here early, Stonehammer." "Head hurts, couldn't sleep." Corish saw the bruise on the orc's head and the scab. "Mister Stonehammer, tell me you didn't get in a fight. You should have Miss Thorntrail look at it." "She did. It's fine."...
Authors Note: Between April 2008 and May 2008, I submitted a total of five stories under the name tantric_explosion. I no longer remember the email address I used for my Lit membership, for that author name. I found the final drafts of each story and with permission from Literotica, I am resubmitting the stories, under my long time name - The Style Guy **...
Disclaimer: All character engaging in sexual activity in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Writer's Note: This is a story about a young man going through a series of sexual changes, and how those changes impact his relationships in general. It will have romantic elements in addition to the more "quick and dirty" erotic material (though tha...
This is a sequel to the story 'Three in a Row'. ***** CHAPTER 1 There's nothing nicer than watching your wife enjoy a nice stiff cock, except knowing there are two more to follow. Not my wife - yours. In order to help my fellow man, I set up the three cocks service. It started when myself (Tom), Dick and Harry were having drinks with a friend who mention...
Toby had enjoyed the start to his new job. Finally his chance had come, moving from a small regional business to one of the big boys in the city. As a long time foot fetishist he looked forward to his daily walks between the train station and his office. The city centre offered ladies of all ages, creeds, colours and fashion styles. Casually he took in the...
Margaret had no qualms about staking her place under the mistletoe at the far end of the hall. She sipped her cherry martini demurely, a lovely splotch of red in her holiday gown against the white garlands and baubles dotting the wall. As the band wailed away in the corner and the men all sipped their colorless, masculine highballs, she scanned the clutches...
"More wine, Ginnie?" Lawrence asked in a "maybe you've had enough" tone. "Yes, please," I answered, turning my gaze back to the last of the lingering sunset behind the Allegheny Mountains on the other side of the Shenandoah Valley. I was a bit amused at what must be a conundrum for him—wondering if I'd had too much to walk a straight line but enough to make...
"We, all who live, have A life that is lived And another life that is thought, And the only life we have It's the one that is divided In right or wrong." ― Fernando Pessoa -------- Riding along this road to Samantha's home, I can't even look at her face anymore. Well, she got me there. That shut me down. This party is over. I wanted her to like me. To wan...
Vivian Laaning's final senior year at high school in due course ended. And she could not be happier! She no longer experienced the ordeal of enduring daily insults and mockery from her school mates. And she could not be happier! Her four cows had aged past their productive capability so she no longer had to engage in hand milking chores. And she could not be...