Thanks to Sally, a Literotica reader and friend. She emailed me a basic outline of her recent vacation to Provincetown, Cape Cod. Sally and her friend, Ellen, were good MILF's while visiting this quant vacation get-a-way. This is a story of what might have been. . . a story that Sally wished happened. Thanks to Karen – the hair lady, for her editing skills....
We go to the local "gay bar" on occasion, ostensibly because it is the best dance club in town, but the reality is that we enjoy looking at hot people. The heat in this bar is almost palpable, bodies writhing tight against each other, sex is tangible here, a reality outside the real world. Tonight, the bar is hopping, the DJ is doing his thing, and the danc...
Our tale of the Black Cheers continues. This story containsinterracial sex,bisexuality, incestand probably few more taboos that the characters engage in that might offend the more sensitive reader. However, they are all over eighteen so they can do whatever they want! ***** The next afternoon Todd was standing just outside the door of the bar waiting f...
This is a story that will take place over a few chapters. Some of it, both what has happened and the feelings behind it, is true. Most, unfortunately, is just fantasy. The main characters, m,e Jo, and Andy are all real people and I've kept as close to the truth as I can without giving away who we actually are. * I first met Andy some years before this st...
I've been in the computer industry for a long, long time. So, it's no surprise to me when the company sends me out on the road to any one of two dozen or so offices all over the country. The Computer Support Team is pretty big, too. We have three or four team-members in every office. I work with some of these guys and girls all the time and others I hardly e...
My hot night with Chelle and Dan... Well, it all started the night before this hot night out with them. I was out with Wil, it was just him and I and we were at the local downtown gay bars where everyone knew us. We went to the hole in the wall local rinky dink dive called the brass rail. Its small and I am usually the only woman in there. Its pretty male g...
Back in my collage days, I earned some extra cash working in a night club. I started collecting glasses on the floor, then moved to serving behind the bar. It wasn't long before I was asked by our manager to be a Shift Supervisor. It was at a time that I was coming to terms with my identity. I was a Transvestite, but there was a lingering homosexuality abo...
I posted this story on the gay genre but it would fit just as well in the reluctance/non-consent so if that stuff doesn't appeal to you I request that you turn back now. However, if that's your cup of tea I truly hope you enjoy my story. ***** The run down East Lakeshore was the soccer team's favorite part of practice because it brought them past the soror...
After leaving the service, I bummed around Europe a while before coming back stateside. It was a time to relax and get my head together. As well as a time to get some head. And give some. And get laid and screw around in general. I'd gotten too little in the service. I stayed in Amsterdam all through the spring and was enjoying the town so much, I politely...
I was sitting at the bar drowning my sorrow with a glass of lemon and water that I dumped several packets of artificial sweetener into. Lemonade comforts me. My beloved team had just blown the biggest game of the year. Normally I would have watched the game at home, but this was the big game, so here I am sitting at this bar instead of lying in the fetal pos...