"Anthony, wake up!! Movie's done," Sonya said, shaking me awake. I woke up and saw the ending credits of the indie movie we had downloaded moving up the screen. "Oh, Sonya, I'm sorry," I told her, groggily. "Guess I was pretty tired." "That's okay, it wasn't that great...you seen one zombie movie, you've seen 'em all," Sonya said, turning off the big sc...
This was weird but Frank could be like that. Instead of having Barry pick him up outside the penitentiary discharge zone, where there was parking, Frank instructed him to wait for him on some side street three blocks west of the joint. Barry had Google mapped it. It was a shitty neighborhood—they don't build federal pens next to decent ones—and Barry felt a...
Mountains of gratitude to honeywldcat for her editing of this entire series. Sorry this is so short, the way it was written, these were the natural chapter breaks. * It was Saturday. One of those lazy Saturday's that told you to stay in bed, and if you absolutely must get up, putting on real clothes was forbidden. I was sitting in bed, my laptop next to me...
Note to readers: I wrote this story about 10 years ago, a few years before I found Literotica.com. While searching for a file on an old hard drive, I ran across several erotic short stories I had written about that same time. This is the second of those stories that I dusted off, edited, and now share with you. Thanks to Xaviera Hollander, long-time Penthous...
(Chapter 16) "Painful Visit" (circa-1984) It was late in the afternoon when he pulled his car to a halt outside Gary Fowler's bungalow. The wheelchair access ramp and handrail supports leading up to the front door a chilling reminder of a young man paralysed from the waist down, sitting alone on his birthday, his wheelchair his only companion, Stella Mason...
Three years had passed since my wife abandoned me. She didn't divorce me, just tossed me aside like a broken toy left rotting in the tall grass, or in my case the guest room. We passed in the hallway now and then, or talked about finances or parenting things. It was like living with a roommate. The loss of sex didn't hit me too hard; after all, that was to...
The previous day, being a Sunday, naturally couldn't last forever. On the other hand, it certainly brought a smile to this man's face as I arrived at the office. I was a bit tired from a whole day and night of delightfully intense sex with Desiree, and I knew that I had to catch up on my book, but I considered it a worthwhile diversion. I focused so much o...
Note to the readers -- please be patient as the scene unfolds. Imagine the situation and the characters and try to envision what may ultimately happen in future chapters, all of which will involve only heterosexual and lesbian encounters -- I promise! Any feedback is welcome. For similar character and plot development, please read "Open House" in the novels...
Note: "This writer does not mean to imply that just because you are fat, old, short, and/or ugly that you are not popular, hot, and/or do not have love in your life. Except for Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, who are just idiots, we are all uniquely different and special individuals." * There was something in the air that night as Wendy drifted off to slee...
You are doing a beautiful job working your upper body. Your muscles are bulging in all the right spots and women around you are imagining themselves being lifted and pressed against walls with all their power and strength. Your body really is quite nice – strong, but not obnoxiously so. You still look like a straight man, but a strong straight man; the best...