I have rewritten this story. It was my first story on Literotica and after a lot of assistance from editors I feel I have been able to improve my writing. This story is 100% true with some minor changes to protect the innocent. * When I was in my early 30's I was required to travel to our head office once a month. I normally stayed for about a week at a t...
"Please place your selection on the screen below." The recorded voice was feminine, and sounded a touch mechanical as it emanated from the audio box in the booth. Niki sighed and wondered if this was such a good idea, but now that she was already here it seemed silly to leave without at least giving it a try. Supposedly, this place was the newest fad in the...
(previously published in Bloody Muse October 1999) The night awoke and sighed with a sultry, summer's breath. Darkness shimmered with silver silence as the fertile moon grew heavy and round with encumbrance. Phoebe yawned and stretched her silent moon beams to awaken her child, the lone wolf. She drew him from his dreams of love, arousing deep, instinctual...
Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. F...
For no particular reason, Morgan awoke with a start. She was still floating in Taylor's pool in the mild sunshine. Her eyes quickly darted around her surroundings, possibly trying to see if anything seemed to be out of place that would alert her to the fact that she had already been found out. It was one of those paranoid and panicky feelings deep in her gut...
Trudy was just getting out of the shower that evening when the door bell rang. Wrapping a bath towel around her wet torso, she yelled, "Come in, it's open." As she put on her black, high heel slippers, she heard the door open above the soft music on the radio in the living room. She walked to her bedroom door to see her visitor. Scott was standing near the...
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a girl named Sasha who lived in New York City. Right on the edge of central park in fact. She was a remarkable normal girl, so normal in fact that nothing out of the ordinary had every happened to her. And as far as she was concerned, that was perfectly all right. Sasha worked in a department store down town,...
The door slammed shut. Terry looked up from the breakfast table as his wife Alison strode into the kitchen, whistling a happy, carefree tune. He'd been up all night worrying about her, but she obviously had had a good time, judging by her demeanour. "Morning, hubby," she beamed, planting a big kiss on his cheek. She threw her handbag to the floor and sat do...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here involves more-or-less human persons at least 18 years old, and a manuf...
Well to start with Bob had it good. And of course he knew it or at least thought he did. His average day was becoming something special indeed. He had not been to an adult web site in longer than he could recall. What would be the point after all; he certainly had no need of pixel ladies now. His wife's behaviour had remained generally as she was; after a f...