A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Thirty-Five. 2015. (Early-April.) Adam, twenty-one. I was on my way to a two-day assignment in P when I saw him. Approximately fifteen miles from my destination I spotted a young hitch-hiker walking along the side of the road who, on hearing my car approaching, rather half-he...
It was bound to happen one day, an inevitability. How many times had they taken that path? Ten times? Twenty times? Whatever the number it was always with the same thrill, the same excitement. The idea of doing something forbidden, something naughty was ever present. That day was the same as the others, they set off early, it was going to be a hot day. She...
For a message from Just Plain Bob go to www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?t=431176 * It had been a long haul from New York to Detroit and as I was putting gas in the tank I was debating on whether to get another couple of hundred miles under my belt or find a motel and sack out. My thoughts were interrupted by a voice from behind me, "Excuse me sir"...
Since the gangbang Julie has turned into a sex machine. She has lost interest in almost everything except wrapping her legs around as many men as she can find willing, and believe me they are all willing. She wants to do more gangbanging at her first opportunity, as well as some young innocent men, women, and other races. She wants to try everything, she say...
*** Warning *** This fictional story is in the Cuckold/Hotwife genre. i.e. It's about a young woman having sex with men other than her boyfriend while the boyfriend watches from the bushes. Please move on now if you find this theme offensive. I don't want to be responsible for causing emotional discomfort to those who can't deal with this topic. Also, thi...
It was a hot, Wednesday in early July. Around town there were still puddles in the streets and on the sidewalks from the storms on the Fourth, limbs and sticks scattered about from the fierce winds. It was sultry and nearly uncomfortable as I waited from the 18 to finally come around. As I saw its large headlights I waved frantically, always afraid they woul...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity - Painting the painter Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a...
Jane Marsh put down her pen and stood to answer the telephone by the forth ring. "Hello." "Jane, how are you?" The voice at the other end of the line paused for a second or two before continuing. "The sheriff was just here and left word that there's a hiker lost somewhere near your cabin." "How does the sheriff know that he's around here?" Jane asked the...
The massive, grey bull moose pushed his way through dense underbrush near the cliff, his magnificent head and 14-point rack of antlers framed against the pink and blue veins of another breathtaking Sierra sunrise. The early morning sun cast a soft red glow through the fur on his neck as he pulled down a mouthful of dewy leaves from an Aspen tree. Slowly I...
Would You Die For Me? A Halloween Ghost story Synopsis: She asked if he would do absolutely anything for her, such as bring her killer to justice... even if it cost him his own life. Sex contents: No Sex Genre: Mystery-Romance Codes: Slow, Supernatural, Tears Originally Posted at SOL: 2009-10-23 ****** This was just a simple idea based upon a dream I...