After 8 years overseas, I was finally coming home. It had been a long flight and I was looking forward to collapsing into bed in a house, which I owned but had never seen. I was looking forward to exploring my new home and my new hometown. I was looking forward to a new start. No ties, no encumberments… just me. I had forged a reputation in the last 8 years...
This is a tale that primarily set in the middle seventies. It was half a generation removed from the civil rights movement. I live in a small county in a middle Southern state and I remember it well. Even now, racism is still present, but it seems more directed at the mass of illegals that has flooded the area. I could have put this in interracial, or mayb...
Literotica Edition © 2013 Guy Bailey Co-written with Simone Beaudelaire * Nick Harper wiped his brow on his arm as he looked at the trail of straw bales in front of him. They were the small, rectangular type, each weighing around sixty-five pounds. The trailer he was stacking them on held twenty-five lying flat on the base, and could take them eight high....
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Harvey, my husband of six years was on our patio with his friend Gary. They'd just finished playing golf and were having a drink under the shade of our umbrella. I'd been working on my flower beds, and I was currently no more than a couple of feet from the corner of the house. The patio was just around the corner. I he...
Previously on "Midnight Movie Club" - Four college students cross paths at the beginning of their freshman year at Farragut College; military brat and film lover Julie Wyndham, laid back musician Cole Scales, modern-day flower child Eleanor Freeman, and kind and outgoing Alexander de'Armound. A mutual love of movies and undeniable chemistry lead the quartet...
Barbie Doll – an old man enjoying with a real life doll LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. ___ Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup...
Chapter Thirteen – Sandro. Did she remember? Did she remember what remembering was? Time was irrelevant; there was no past, no future. Just this one moment – stretching tighter, winding up to a point of breaking, but never breaking. Her skin rippled as her spine arched. Hunger consumed her, but it wasn't for food. The gasping throats of her flesh needed...
*All character engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18, in case it's not obvious or mentioned. *This story contains some scenes of nonconsent and mind-control. *This is a long story intended to span many chapters, please go back and read the previous chapters or else this won't make a lot of sense. If you are looking for a quick fix this probably...
We came to a stop sign, I looked sideways at my wife Beth. My quick glance was to gauge her mood. We hadn't spoken so far during the car ride. We were on our way to my families Saturday night dinner. I know, most families have their big dinners on Sunday, but my family was a little different. My fathers family had moved to the US from Romania during the tim...
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I stretched out in my HUGE FREAKING BED. (God I love saying that) and rolled over to turn it off. It didn't take too long to get dressed. Even though the clock wasn't running on Darla's games today, I still didn't own any underwear. I thought about borrowing some from Kelly, but that would require explanation and be...