You will notice the absence of names in this piece. That was done on purpose because soccer moms in general are, sadly, anonymous. * She rose just before dawn and started preparing breakfast for her husband, who would be leaving first. She could hear him stirring as he showered and shaved. A busy executive had to be on top of his game. He needed a good bre...
(This story is pure fiction. This story includes incest, interracial sex, group sex, sex between those with a large age gap, sex with a male character with a well above average penis size and though not described does reference sex between bi men. If any of those topics aren't for you stop reading here.) I would like to thank my editor Todger65. (All chara...
We met Mat and Linsay at a house party. "Lookey-Loos," warned our friend Denise. They were sort of clinging to each other, a little scared, a little excited off in a corner. They were too young for the crowd. She couldn't have been thirty. Most of the people milling about the swinger house party were over forty, some were in their fifties. Linda had been in...
Our across-the-street neighbors were my wife and my best friends. I guess we were more than friends, since he and I talked about sharing our wives with each other. Ben was a large black guy, a former pro football player who became a metropolitan police officer in the nearest big city. Dara, his wife, was a thin Latina who worked in health care. My wife, Dee,...
Henry lived with his parents and his cousin Riley. They lived in a duplex but owned another house just next to it which was the boy's quarters. That's where Joseph the yard man lived. The quarters were big enough to house two families though, and so Marilyn the new housekeeper was given a room there. Henry had seen many housekeepers come and go since he was...
Martin and Sage's first meeting was not auspicious. Martin was a mechanic in a bike shop, a keen cyclist with a bike workshop at home, he was preparing for a legacy when he reached 25 which would allow him to setup a bike shop on his own. Sage pushed a rather sad looking bike in to the shop that needed fixing. She was close to six feet tall, mostly legs, an...
Any resemblance between the events and characters in this story and anything you ever heard of is just your imagination. This story kind of got away from me. I'm not thrilled with the ending. It's OK. I'm still trying to write some of the best on Literotica. Check out my other junk. ***** SWAMP GIRL I love to go visit my best friend, Mike and his wife She...
Her only goal for the day was to make it through without any tears. Happy tears were acceptable, miserable and feeling sorry for Sheila tears, were not. She almost completed her goal. At Sheila's small home, her daughter's wedding day started at 5:30 am. She had set the alarm because enjoying a peaceful cup of coffee in the quiet kitchen was essential to he...
The house that Tim and Mandy lived in was large and private with a big back yard and a swimming pool. Their parents had done well. But they were on holiday and the two teens had the house to themselves. Eighteen-year-old Tim and nineteen-year old -Mandy were friendly rivals, and once Mandy heard about Donkey Productions, she wanted in. She had finally gotten...
(Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is coincidental.) * Tim's late return that night prevented him from finishing the conquest he had started in the kitchen hours before, and his short sleep and early departure the next morning made it necessary to wait until the next evening to take the edge of...