Janet Burke This was so embarrassing; seasick the first day, and me having sailed all my life. So there I was the first evening, lying in the port cabin in a sweat-drenched t-shirt and panties clutching Ralph, my barf bowl, to my chest like a lover. At least being near the center of the boat reduced the rocking motion. I had hoped that lying down would soon...
My wife and I were on an business trip/mini vacation at a high desert resort. A nice place with many families and business conventions. I had wrapped up a day's worth of meetings and met my wife back at our room. She had been shopping most of the day and wanted to go out. I showered, changed and we headed out. We had a real nice dinner and several drinks an...
I asked for help from the list of editors at Literotica. SexySoBeChick was more than helpful. Not only did she edit this manuscript, but she also gave me lots of pointers on how to make all my stories better. This is my first attempt at applying her suggestions. I hope you enjoy the results. Sincerely, Don Grampa * * * * * "Oh God, I can't do this," Emily...
I thought I would write to tell you about a training course that I recently attended. I work for a large Financial Services company and occasionally I am sent on residential courses, usually for a week. More often than not these are boring, having to spend time with a group of people I would normally never socialise with. However the course last week was dif...
Tracy saw the note and the rose propped up against it the second she got home. She knelt down to pick them up, fascinated. She opened the door, distracted now; she shoved her few groceries into the fridge and sat down on her bed, kicking off her shoes. It read: "The limousine will pick you up at 6 p.m. Be wearing that sexy little black dress -- the way that...
What I remember: The sweet comforting aroma of pipe tobacco. The Warm glow from the sun struggling to get inside past the tightly closed heavy wool drapes. The rhythmic knocking of the wood bed against the wall. The old-fashioned featherbed atop the mattress that you just sink into like a cocoon. It was warm in the room, almost humid in the early summer. The...
I'd heard about Tiffany's massage parlour from one or two other bachelors in my little rural neighbourhood. None of us was particularly shy about our needs. We all worked very hard and didn't have time or in some cases such as mine the inclination to get involved with women on a full time basis. Tiffany's was upstairs in a small industrial block on the main...
Fred and Doris were our neighbors. They had been like forever. We'd both had kids who had grown up and moved on. We'd shared cookouts and holidays. We'd supported each other over some rough spots. Now, we were all retired and enjoying a lot more time together. We'd drop in on each other casually and acted more like family than just friends and neighbors. Non...
The day the government of Canada granted me refugee status marked the first day I ever experienced freedom. For in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, as you may well know, women are not free. We're not free to move about when and where we want, nor can we control our fates. We're forever at the mercy of the men in our lives, first our fathers and then our husbands...
Tell people that you're from Kazakhstan and they stare at you blankly. Same country Borat claimed to be from in that awful movie, I usually say, groaning inwardly and idiotic smiles immediately follow. Now they get it. Cultural relativity isn't a concept most people in North America can grasp. My name is Rashida Jabayev and I was born in the City of Kentau,...