* * * * * (This story is read by Bamagirl (Deb), Thanks Deb) Click Here to listen to Bamagirl read the story. (20 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * They run through the cornfields darting and sprinting. Dodging each other's grabs and playful slaps. Sue Ann, "Squealed," as Luke grazed her arm with a diving gras...
The turning of the tide - my ending to LightontheSound's Do Not Pass Go. There is no underage sexual activity in this story. http://www.literotica.com/s/do-not-pass-go In chapter 5 of my continuation, Dad's still fucking around, not doing much about the situation with the wife and kids. He's irritated with wife's calls, reminding her that the setup was wh...
Picture the face of an 18-year-old kid. Shower water runs down his near-total crew cut of a scalp and over his gray-blue eyes. This kid is Dennis Tominsky. He's staring at the tiles of the shower after masturbating, having watched his favorite www.collegetrainwrecks.com video for the umpteenth time. He's concentrating hard on what looks like nothing, but we...
Introduction: This story takes place in a sleepy rural area of upstate New York and involves two people - a most oddly matched pair you might say - who come together for a rather unpleasant reason. While they couldn't be more different from each other in the more obvious ways, they did have something in common besides Marie Comstock. Marie Comstock had pas...
“Hey Billie Jean you sweet thang. How ‘bout another Shiner over here. I’m so dry I’m spittin’ cotton.” The man at the end of the bar was dressed in dirty faded jeans with a hole in one knee and a ratty assed lookin’ red plaid lumberjack shirt with no elbows over an old insulated underwear top. He had a gimme cap pushed back on his head that said “GOAT ROPERS...
Waking up sometime later and remembering everything Grandma told me I was still exhausted and overwhelmed as I made my way into shower and dress. I opted for basic day wear clothing donning jeans and a light pink sweatshirt over my matching beige panty and bra, wearing no hosiery or socks as I slid into some straw colored canvas espadrilles giving me a littl...
"How the hell could you have sex with my best friend while in my body Danny?" Taylor yelled at me through the phone. "I'm sorry. I had a little too much to drink and Selena can be very persuasive," I tried to explain to a raging Taylor Swift. "That is true, but didn't you think about how wrong it was to fuck someone while in someone else's body?" Taylor...
I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in...
An account of the early life when Don got married and lived under Pa and Grandpa's roof. My Baptist Life - Don Brown There was a lot of activity in the Brown homestead in the late 40s early 50s as 3 healthy children were born to Jacob and Janet Brown. I was in the middle so had plenty of female support growing up, sometimes painful but always loving. We...
When the weather is hot and sticky,That's no time for dunkin dickey. When the frost is on the pumpkin, That's the time for dickey dunkin. I have no idea who the originator of this limerick is. I do know that my Grandmother taught it to me around the time I was able to fully appreciate my first dirty joke. As I think back, she loved dirty jokes and could la...