Denny's Restaurant -- June, 2005 I was sitting close to the front door, when they walked into Denny's for our late morning breakfast date. She was dressed, as I had instructed her, in a tight white tee-shirt, jeans and casual shoes. I was confident that underneath were a white satin bra and thong set. When she saw me, her face brightened in sexual lust. He...
Authors Note: Between April 2008 and May 2008, I submitted a total of five stories under the name tantric_explosion. I no longer remember the email address I used for my Lit membership, for that author name. I found the final drafts of each story and with permission from Literotica, I am resubmitting the stories, under my long time name - The Style Guy De...
The ocean was a light blue green in color and the sun was as bright as I had ever seen it. There was not a cloud in the sky as our sailboat skimmed across the water as fast as the wind could move it. The days were hot and long now. It was the middle of summer here in the islands. I was returning to a place I had come to love. I had known these islands sinc...
Up until a half hour ago, Henry Taylor’s evening had all the exciting promise of watching paint dry. This of course was not unusual; in fact the vast majority of his evenings followed the same rather dull routine – micro-waved dinner eaten in front of the TV followed by bed. If he was feeling especially horny he might turn off the sporting event that he woul...
Chapter 3 My First Male Penetration As I arrived at the beach, I noticed Henry; the handsome guy I had met the previous evening was on the beach as well. I wasn't sure if Henry would remember me, so I was nervous about just going up to him, so I found a nice spot on the sand behind and slightly to the left of where Henry was stretched out tanning. If I lay...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Hi folks. File this cheery Halloween tale under Erotic Horror, with a capital "H" for Horror. Might want to have a look at the tags before diving in. Or, plow ahead and just see what happens! It's about 6,000 words. Got feedback? Love to hear it. Comments and di...
She heard someone coming across the lawn. She stood quickly, and say a man's figure heading toward her. He was carrying something. As he moved in the light, Eleanor saw that it was Henry, their groom. Eleanor realized what she looked like, stark naked in her garden. She thought about putting her shift on, but realized that Henry had already seen her. She ste...
Chapter Three They say men hit their sexual peak at eighteen, Henry thought, watching his fellow pledges, seeing their dicks slowly getting hard again, while at the same time trying to seem as if he wasn't paying attention. I hope I haven't hit mine yet. Someone had turned up the sound on the television and the two women were on their knees in front of t...
TxM6-- Taxi Murders Murder 'Cross the Bridge Taxi man Henry Whitman drove the George Washington Memorial Bridge 20 times every day. West to east and return -- the span creaked under him. He had predicted long ago that someday the bridge would fall down like "Humpty-Dumpy." He never tired of the span during early morning hours. Sometimes the sky was an alm...
Henry grew up thinking that there were two kinds of men; men's men and ladies men. At 5' 6" and 135 lbs, he was seldom mistaken for a man's man. Although he had wrestled from high school through college, he never took on the macho behavior of the locker room. On the other hand, he had virtually no luck with the ladies, either. Even if he could effectively pr...