I had small one problem. The tropical sun was too damned hot. I was on a deserted stretch of beautiful Florida beach somewhere between Vero Beach and Melbourne. I had driven over from Tampa the day before and spent the night in a 2nd class hotel intending to do some serious sunning the next few days. Despite the fact that we lived a few miles away from Flo...
Joey sat on the park bench. To be honest he hated to be called Joey, it made him sound like a little kid, he thought, but what could you do? He was a successful business man, he liked to joke that he was semi-retired, though he was much to young to actually be 'retired', he'd built up several businesses to the point that they either ran themselves or he sold...
22 year old Wendy Bennett sat at the dinner table surrounded by her husband's relations. She felt decidedly uncomfortable. It was nothing she had eaten; the food was amazing. Her husband John Bennett's older sisters, Alison, Mary and Faith were all excellent cooks; as was their mother. The banter was light and everyone, including eldest sister Alison, appear...
(I was looking for a black escort and found this really cute babe. She was hooked on drugs and confided in me that she had sold her body to at least a thousand men. She said it was the only way she could pay for her habit. She also confided in me that she never developed any feelings for any of those men, except for this one white guy. She said she had writt...
Nobody was looking at her. Well, they were, but not for the usual reason. People usually gawked at her as she towered over them, height distracting from her voluptuous curves, now it was her curves or nothing at all. And, strangely, Amy wasn't sure how she felt about it. The initial novelty had worn off and left a faded version in its place. Small nuisances...
To the reader: I had a couple requests for the other side of the story "Running Away", specifically the wife's point of view. I wrote this as a follow up to that story so if you haven't read it you might want to before you get into this. Also, this story deals with incest and if that isn't your thing then maybe you should leave now. ******** My ex-husband...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my one-hundredth chapter published here on Lit. Quite a milestone for me! And as usual, all characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long...
It took me a while, but I've finally discovered what's wrong with women. Men; no doubt about it, men are the problem. As I sit here in this bus stop shelter, smelling the leftover piss, from the derelicts that sleep here when no one is around, I can see all of my mistakes, and they're crystal clear in the rear view mirror of my mind. I've got about an hou...
The sorceress and her thrall both lazily slid out of the bed. Malika lifted Pugward up to sit on her shoulders and they descended through the temple toward the baths. As they passed some of the doors to the sisters' chambers they heard the soft moans and an occasional squeal of delight that showed they weren't the only ones enjoying themselves. Once they des...
Arva lead me into the Curvy gym. We entered through some kind of concrete storage area. There was a bunch of equipment, spare parts, plates, and other such things. "I am not sure who is here," she said. She stopped in front of a second door. I could hear water behind hit. "This leads into the showers." I nodded and took off my shoes and socks, setting them...