Brandi was really having a hard time adjusting to not having her son living at home. What was killing her the most, she knew it was her fault. Something she did in the past came back to bite her(sleeping with a eighteen year old high school boy, Craig). She came to me and asked if I would help her stop drinking. I told her, "While I was at home, there woul...
Hello. I should start by introducing myself. My name is Michael, I am a five foot, seven inch, scrawny guy from a small town named Spring Arbor just outside of a much larger city named Jackson in Michigan. Well, if you can picture the class looser, the one guy with glasses and happens to be smart, but not very athletic, and throw a brown rug for hair on top...
Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd. Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn't believe it. Normally, he didn't particularly like parties. He went...
My name is Steve Vincent. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The tale I'm sharing with you began while I was enrolled as a student in the Criminal Justice program of Champion City College. For the most part, I like my life. I finally feel that it's on track. Higher education c...
I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more detail and corrected some...
It turned out that Chelsea was right. We couldn't all get together again, but Sharon made sure we each got a little photo album, a nude keepsake. Along with the pictures, I got a little memory album too. When I went to the house to pick up my photos, I knocked on the door and waited. Through the window, I saw Sharon come out of the bathroom nude, pausing br...
My name is Eric Dennison, and I'm going to get right to the point. Today, my girlfriend and I had the heavenly experience of fucking Shy Beaudelaine. Shy (or Sheriton, as her European mother named her just short of 20 years ago) is the Aphrodite of Glenn College- the unreachable, blindingly sexual creature who's one purpose seems to be to inspire lust and...
This story uses the characters and setting from the "Senior Year Memories" series, which was written and created by the very kind and generous aimingtomisbehave33, available to read here on Literotica. This side story was written and released for public reading with his consent, and I am not making any claims of ownership on his intellectual property. Some o...
My first entry in a Lit contest. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Many thanks to stevieraygovan for his careful editing, and also to PennLady for giving the story an extra set of eyes. I appreciate all the help. (c)2012, annanova. All Rights Reserved. I want to play. That was all the text said. He read it with a sense of bemus...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...