© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Betsy was still on her couch, staring out the front windows behind it. The beige curtains were pulled wide open, the sheer white panels behind them pulled halfway. She was looking down the street, waiting... hoping. She'd been there for over an hour, her thoughts scattered and random. The breeze felt g...
I've been with my girlfriend for over two years now and she is a lovely woman. We get on well and she has a great personality but if I'm honest, her body doesn't drive me mad with lust. She's cool and we have okay sex but she's overweight and it is more comfortable affectionate sex rather than dick stiffening, lust crazed sex. I enjoy the physical intimacy b...
THURSDAY Once again, Layla woke to the gentle brightness filtering through the semisheer curtains of this bedroom. At some point in the early morning slumber, Layla had taken one of the many pillows on the bed and wrapped her arms around it lovingly. Layla looked at it and imagined Selena coaxing herself out of Layla's sleepy grip with this feathery facsimi...
"Keep an eye out for my husband," the buxom older woman pleaded as she fell to her knees, her hands clumsily tugging at the tight waistband of her new friend's pants. The bulge in his groin was huge, larger than any turnip she had ever grown, and her mouth was already watering for it. "Can do," Galvyn the Sparrow said in his smug, self-assured cavalier way...
The second (and concluding) chapter has already been submitted to Literotica. Note to readers: This story is a stand-alone sequel to an earlier story, "Beer Busts: Suds, Songs, and Sex." However, some of the dialog and several of the minor plot-lines will be easier to follow if you have read the earlier story. ~~~~~ It was early June several decades ago,...
It was a glorious day in Breastford as Coach Steven Blue walked down the drive to his car. Yesterday had been a beautiful one, as was the day before that, and before that, and every other day, it seemed. But today in particular held a certain amount of glory for our coach that 'beautiful' could barely begin to describe it. Over the weekend he had managed to...
This is a story that takes place after "Chad's Met His Match," though you can easily enjoy this whether you've read that one or not. It also links together Chad, Ashley, and "Crazy" Gina. I've posted it here as an entry in Lit's Summer Lovin' contest, so please check out all the other entries and vote on your favorites. * * * Chad had been very nice about...
WARNING: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapter 1 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris laid a ten dollar bill on the counter, trying to keep his hand steady. The portly, bald man...
"You are one - hundred percent correct, John - your father was Liberal - AND your grandfather was a Liberal, too!" he stated emphatically - as if it were something to be proud of. He reaffirmed what I already knew - that I was the only logical male in our families recent history. Mr. Jensvold took a bite out of his sandwich, chewed it slowly then swallowe...
Chapter 43 2nd Friday I'd left the curtains closed so we could sleep later, but when I finally opened my eyes I saw that Plum was already awake, and watching me. As soon as she saw me blink, she'd plastered her bare body against mine and raised her face for a morning kiss. She murmured a contented little sound as I ran my hand down her back to squeeze a...