Just another story. I have friends that are deeply involved in coonhound competitions, and they gave me advice. If I got it wrong, blame me. ................................................ Ever think about words and their meaning? I do, sometimes. Cliche is one of my favorites. In most dictionaries the standard definition is: "A phrase dulled in meaning...
An erotic novella based on a true story by James Leonore. * My name is James and in the ten years that my wife, Jenny and I, have been together, I have watched her turn from a meek and mild young woman into a wildly, sexually overactive nymphomaniac. In the first eight or so years of our relationship, we would have sex anything between two and five times...
Ok you guys, here is my latest magnus opus. Since I obviously don't do sequels very well, here is the whole story in one lump. No sequels, either. Don't bother asking. Again, I am not a lawyer, cop, mechanic, or any other knowledgeable person. This is a fictional story I made up in my head and then put on paper for your enjoyment. Vote your conscience, but p...
I'd come to town for a second cousin's wedding. The event had been much what one would expect of a country wedding; there was a church, a priest pontificating about the sanctity of marriage, and a lot of free beer. There was fuck all accommodation nearby, so my friend Ryan and I had agreed to split a twin share room in a local motel. He was living and work...
Copyright © 2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Copyright Holder/Author. Note: This is the second in the John Abernathy series. There is no sex in this story. I will be posting other Joh...
A few weeks ago, my mother's black lover Jess, had sex with me. Let's just say he took what he wanted and that was my young, white pussy. Since that first time, Jess has been pouring his hot spunk into my pussy. I am worried because Jess refuses to wear a rubber and I am not on the pill. I know it is just a matter of time until Jess fertilizes me. One afte...
The sweat begins to pour down the side of your head as you force your weapon into the large item beside you. Although these are just chores for a farmer, you've never done anything harder than digging through the hay for the horses. John! Time to eat!" You hear a familiar voice shout and you turn around to see your sister. She has black hair just like y...
"You're my slut now." I heard those words over and over in my head every day. They made me smile. They made me wet. The memory of your lips near my ear and your breath as you whispered the words to me kept me up at night. The sexy texts and pictures became less and less. Once you have the real thing, that's all you want; nothing else is good enough. I wa...
John would post on Craigs List. He would propose go to a steak house for dinner. He got lots of responses and followed up on every one. He met the girls at the steak house and they were shocked to see that he was 72 years old. He would argue that they were there already and they might as well have a steak. They always gave in. Over dinner John was polite...
The flowers were magnificent and the chapel was beautiful, considering that this was the first funeral ever held at The Manor House. Lisa and her staff prepared the brunch while Milo and Rob took care of making sure that the others were ready. She knew it would be hard but she wanted to make sure that if anyone harbored any wishes of returning to their viole...