Some opening remarks: First, thanks to Harry R for so diligently proofing this story. Second, I want to express regret regarding the short story 'Just One of The Things'. It was a 4:00 a.m. dark of the night thing. One commenter's admonition was especially poignant. He reminded me many LW readers are suffering from unhappy break ups, and my story was exces...
Editing and creative input by Literotica member, Smoothed. This is a story that contains scenes involving group sex, a cheating wife, and anal sex. If this content is objectionable to you, please find a story more to your liking. ***** Gary was seated, staring at his wife's ass a few feet away. He marveled at her long legs and shapely butt, mostly expose...
Part II: San Francisco James thanked Charles for both taking care of me and taking care of the house. I kissed Charles good-bye and ran my hand over his still hard cock. We unloaded and checked the bags then proceeded to our gate. “I need to stop in the men’s room,” James said as we got close to it. I had a little accident when you came,” he blushed. I gi...
Chapter 1 Without a sound Sarah Gorden drew her knife from its sheath. She slowly brought the blade out from beneath the fur she had been sleeping under. Eyes still closed she hushed her breath, straining her ears to hear anything out of place, but the only sound that she could hear was the pounding of her heart. Opening one eye, then the other, she peered...
A September Day at the Motel It was a warm day in early September. The air conditioner in the dodgy old motel was doing its groaning, rattling best, but the temperature in the room was still approaching eighty. Lynette was lying on her back, her legs spread as far as she could get them as her lover supported his upper body above her on his elbows and pound...
Vicki wasn't calming down, and people were backing up in line as they waited to say goodbye to Liv. "Let me talk to her," I said as I opened my arm to her. "Can you go with Uncle Leo?" Vicki nodded, and Liv set her down in my lap. I drove the scooter through the people milling around, all of whom were trying to politely ignore the meltdown that just happ...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
Author's note: Thank you for all of the kind words from chapter one. There will probably be one more chapter after this, but there's also some other stories percolating, so the final chapter might be a while. * I woke up completely disoriented. Strange bed, strange sounds. I've always been a heavy sleeper, working a rotating shift of days and nights for ne...
Chapter Nine He took a deep breath in as he softly touched her inner thighs. She moaned in her sleep, and opened her legs for him. He was pretty sure she wasn't faking it as well, since his senses were pretty good nowadays. He figured this was a nice opportunity for him to perform a happy wake up call. He let out a sound of approval at her scent, and starte...
This post is starting the second book. I figured it would be easier just to keep the same numbering scheme so there's no confusion to reading order for late comers that read the story. Chapter One It'd just been a couple of weeks since Ted Stedman's death. So far Ted hadn't noticed much of a difference. Really, none at all. Whatever breakthroughs Trudy an...