"When the chips are down, what can you do but dig a little deeper into the dumpster?" - Albert Robeson I guess you could say it was like any other story of two people searching for warmth in the cold night, except perhaps for the fact that Albert and Marianne found themselves sharing the same cardboard box in a dark alley off of Seventy-Third Street. Yeah,...
Three Days of Hell The alarm clock went off on Monday morning and the first thing I thought about was you. Taking a weekend off from each other has to be one of the dumbest ideas I ever came up with. Sure, I woke up with my cock harder than piece of lead, something that I haven't experienced in a few days, so maybe it was for the better. But not seeing you...
HE LAY WITH his eyes closed and took inventory. He didn't feel too bad considering; a mild headache which could go either way when he grew brave enough to open his eyes. Thank God it was Sunday and he could enjoy the hangover if it kicked in. He lay on his side facing away from her, facing the window. He opened his eyes and blinked at the corona around the...
Back in the 70s, there was this young woman, Carolyn Oglesby, on our local TV news. This was the era of the "weather girl," when TV news weather people were not meteorologists or even very knowledgeable about weather at all, but rather good-looking gals you just wanted to ogle. Viewers wondered if her last name was really Oglesby, or perhaps a subliminal nam...
In 1958 Bess Armstrong was 18 years old. She lived in a small town in the mid-west. It was one of those towns that had one of everything, one police station, one main street, one library, one public school, the type of place where nothing really happens and life seems stalled in a mundane limbo. Bess really hated it there, she felt like she just didn't fit i...
By Adam and Evie Zasse The authors would like to extend our thanks to volunteer editor 'Larry in Seattle' for his help in proof reading this story and for his insights and suggestions I've never been into crossdressing. Oh sure I swiped a few pairs of panties from my mom over the years. But they were only something to wrap around my dick when I jerked o...
This story is written with the help of Jim. Thanks Jim, for this experience xx I have a question... would you like to play a harmless game with me? (blush) I like the stories where the 'femdoms' play the denial game... Each nite around 11:00, I log on to 'literotica'... browse the stories... and... (blush)...well, I am sure you know what comes next. If y...
The past few months had wound together in a blur of new experiences. At five foot, 115 pounds my lovely wife had become somewhat insatiable. She could now barely keep herself covered. I would get home from work to find myself under sexual attack. If she managed to stay dressed through dinner it was unusual. Believe me I didn't mind. She has an ass that turns...
I've been doing some very naughty things recently. My name is Alice and I'm twenty-two years old and I just love to be with older men. Lately, I've been focusing my time on my neighbor. He's married, but I just don't know if his marriage is good or not. I often hear them arguing, when they're in the yard, or if he's outside washing his car. His name is Vin...
Aaron laid flat on the bed in nothing but his soaked pink diaper. A blue cotton towel rested under him, protecting the sheets from his dampness. Helen was digging in the closet again. The memories of his accident at work ran through his mind. He couldn't believe that had happened. It still felt like a dream. And what the hell was up with Addison? Helen sudd...