(For those looking for sex, there will be PLENTY of that...as we move into this series... This is NON FICTION and is being written by both parties. We are extremely busy, and will have no concrete posting schedule due to our professional lives. I am sure that some will not like the white slave/Black Master dynamic, but for those of you who do...we thank you...
Sarah and I grew up together. We were from the same country stock, hard working families that sweat together from daybreak to dark with almost no thought of weekends or vacations. Living on farms away from all of the rich kids that lived in town, with parents who had jobs and money caused us to gravitate towards each other. We were friends, the kind there...
The following Wednesday the weather was unusually mild for the time of year, I was looking forward to my date with Alan. We met outside the cinema which was a common practice in those days. I did worry a bit that I might have shocked him by having sex on our first date, things were so different then and he was happy to see me. He bought the tickets and we se...
I crossed another day off the calendar. One year, two months and twenty six days. That's how long it's been. That's how long it's been since I have had any sex. "Sex on tap" everyone said when I got married. Well, a sure fire killer for that is trying to have a baby. The situation was hopeless and getting worse. I walked out and sat on the porch. The Watson'...
Ondinea had wandered the lands around her home all her life. She knew every tree, rock, stream, and pond as far as the eye could see from atop the highest mountain. She lived alone and had not seen another person in the surrounding lands since she was a young girl. The last she had seen was her grandmother, who left to join the forest once Ondinea had learne...
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Damned if You Do; Damned if You Don't! by Denham Forrest, The wanderer. A story by The Wanderer writing as Denham Forrest. Literotica's systems would not accept the full title of this story. Copyright© 2009 by Denham Forrest, The Wanderer Damned if You Do; Damned if You Don't! Late on a summers evening, a middle-aged man is standing on his house rear p...
In 1958 Bess Armstrong was 18 years old. She lived in a small town in the mid-west. It was one of those towns that had one of everything, one police station, one main street, one library, one public school, the type of place where nothing really happens and life seems stalled in a mundane limbo. Bess really hated it there, she felt like she just didn't fit i...
Jamie checked the time on her bedside clock and looked over at the empty spot in her bed. It was 2am and she knew her husband Bobby was still out in the garage tinkering with his damned truck even though he had promised her he would be done before midnight. She climbed out of bed and pulled a thin robe over her cream colored negligee and padded downstairs ba...
Lily Murs walked gracefully down the sizzling sidewalk. Her delectable bubble-butt swung from side to side; her fair, brown hair blew in the summer breeze; her pale, smooth skin gently burned in the piercing sun. A devilish grin spread across her youthful face as she thought about the wicked days that were to come. A comfortable layer of moisture began seeki...