I had a visitor the other day; hadn’t seen her in twenty years. Last time I saw her, she was eighteen; must be about forty now. I was sitting on the patio shooting the breeze with some of the other residents here, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw the patio door open. As soon as she stepped out, I knew her. I would have recognized her from a mile away...
Thank you, you backroom folk of Literotica, for operating a 21st Century vehicle for writers, allowing them to symbolically and creatively thrust a lubricated digit (I'm thinking finger)into minds to gratify readers. Bloody brilliant! I joined Literotica on 02/14/05 and hit my 50th contribution on 02/25/05. I bear a suspicion that many hoary Old Fathers i...
This story may (OK probably) will be submitted without the luxury of an editor. Volunteer Editors (VE's) here on Literotica are slammed with requests by us authors - So, please be kind in your critiques since this one is going out there naked. This one is another that just popped into my head. More dialog than the last one. I am attempting to write this...
Corisande breathed deeply, remembering. It had been so long since Soames had left. The last night he'd made a surprise visit, Cori had come in, dejected somewhat, from the supermarket. A project at work was not getting done fast enough, and of course although Cori was head of the group, she sometimes let her employees slack off and bully her. And then, of c...
My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determine...
Although this story can be read on its own, I suggest you first read Justice Ch. 01 and Justice Ch. 02 to get the full context of what is happening here. Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly a...
Lisa awoke the next morning, feeling great. She couldn't believe how much she had enjoyed having a Master. Being used by him whenever he chose, made her feel something inside. Something that she had never felt before. She felt this was what she truly needed. To be owned, and used for the pleasure of her Master, and whoever else he chose. She could never ex...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Feleena and El Paso City. This is a follow up to our first "Invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continuing support we might make this a regularly semi-annual event. As always I would...
When I was growing up, sex was something people got into gradually. Birth control was available but not like it is today. And, well, girls just didn't fall over and spread out at the drop of a hat. I was nineteen when I had my first time. Now, well, I have friends who tell me that it's not unusual for girls to be given the pill as soon as they begin menstru...
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...