It was an innocuous, innocent e-mail which started the dialogue after my Trucker's Surprise story was published on Literotica. About a week after it appeared I received an e-mail complimenting me on the story, and, as is the case with the majority of e-mailed I receive, I responded that it was always nice to hear from readers...especially those with constru...
Author's Note: This was something I just threw together in a evening after seeing a cool pic. I hope you enjoy. **** The edge of my vision flickered for a moment as a notification appeared at the edge of my screen. Turning my head slightly I saw that it was just a confirmation that the male specimen had been secured and was being moved into position. With...
It was a most unrestful night for Trent, he had been working nonstop for the past 72 hours. In his line of work that was not very unusual though. He had been driving Semis since he had been 18, opting to drive 5 days a week minimum and sometimes even all seven days. Trent was saving all the money he could to go to college and then hopefully start his own com...
The Literotica Olympics Event: Sailing SHIP'S LOG Open 49er | #665 - Team Scandinavia | I. M. Liar, skipper; Nicola BluePen, crew - Wed 1 Sep 2004 14:05:00 [Final Regatta] Position: 37° 48.189' N 23° 40.031' E; mainsail; 0.2 kt 17º T The air is stilled. It doesn't even feel like real, breathable, air. It burns, a searing breath of fire that comes in sil...
[This story is about family, doing the right thing and the sometimes unexpected results of attempting to do the right thing. Sex between a man and a woman, between a man and another woman and sex between the three of them is a part of this chapter. All the sex happens between Roanoke, Virginia and Wyoming. There will be at least five chapters] * There are...
This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, planets, galaxies and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink) If you haven't read the previous chapters (1-11), I highly recommend you do....
I was a college freshman in Atlanta many years ago and a buddy of mine and I used to enjoy the added thrill of inhaling certain herbal substances in the craziest possible places, one being the roof of the Peachtree Plaza Hotel, about 80 stories high atop the I.M. Pei-designed tower. We'd done this quite a few times, and the key was avoiding anyone seeing yo...
A warm summer zephyr whips its way joyfully down the Terrace. It lifts skirt and coat hems in voyeuristic delight. I adore this time of year, and from my vantage point up here, I am queen. Most dismiss me as invisible in my shapeless clothing, with my nametag and cap that proclaim the company's name: "Krystal Kleen Windows". I abhor bad spelling, but I am an...
As I pulled off the interstate, the snow had become almost blinding and was deep enough that handling the 40 ft trailer behind my 3 year old Peter Bilt was next to impossible. I finally got the semi slowed enough to locate a parking spot amidst all the other trucks and cars seeking shelter from this soon to be blizzard. Inside, the restaurant was full of ot...
Once there was a little boy who never really grew up, but only grew older. As he grew to a respectable age, he never became anything resembling a respectable adult. He was also rather shorter than average. As the years flew by, this midget of a man grew more and more frantic because it became obvious that he couldn't live forever. His knees began to ache as...