*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in consensual sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Rosy Eastman looked around the Dead End Bar one more time and nodded sadly. Grandma would have loved it. After the bar burned during the gang riot that had nearly burned DeGarde and Bender to the ground, Grandma had suffered a stroke. Grandpa...
Ann Clayton was shopping up and down the aisles at the Target superstore on a lazy Saturday morning. Finally somewhat content with her life, after realizing and atoning for her mistakes, she was lost in thought about her son JR, when she saw a little girl pushing a stroller. She smiled at the girl helping corral her little sibling while her mom shopped for...
This is the second installment of the "Always" story. I didn't originally plan for it to be a multiple chapter affair, but it lends itself to more, and the gracious readers here at Lit asked for more, so here goes. *Disclaimer -- All characters engaging in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older. *As always, a special thanks to my editor, RandyD1369. He c...
THEY say 'With Age Comes Experience'. They also say 'Life Begins at 40'. Then again, 'They', whoever 'They' are, say a lot of things, most of them pretty pointless, when you think about it. But I'll let them off about the Life Begins at 40 bit – it's near enough. In my case, it began at 42. That was a few years back, mind, but it was one of the best, most e...
Bret leaned on the bar twirling the scotch in the glass, gazing into it intently. His buddy, Randy, perched on a stool on his left They had been there since they got off work, just talking and watching sports on the big screen TV. It was a usual Thursday evening. Bret's wife, Pat, was at yoga on Thursday evening so, instead of going home to an empty house, B...
Authors Note: This story is for the Valentine's day contest. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to MrsWolf for coming on board as a beta/proof reader for me. ~ellie * Kristy groaned, true to what the weatherman had predicted the last week of January had been hot enough to melt a person caught in the sun leaving them in a puddle on the sidewalk. She struggled to c...
Edited by Tex Beethoven --- +++ --- All sexually active characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. --- +++ --- A from Nikki: I started this story over ten years ago and it lived as an unfinished piece of work at Literotica for most of the time since, but I recently went back and wrote its ending. Literotica seems to have decided tha...
Note: This story is the thirty-second installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous thirty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I st...
Friday, September 13, 2013 was not like any other day for Attorney Robert Hall. Not his typical, long day, Attorney Robert Hall left the Salem, Massachusetts, district courthouse at 11am in the morning for home. Unable to focus, rather than make a mistake, he left the courthouse. Always suspicious but not usually superstitious being that he's above all of t...
Marc left Lisa's place mid afternoon on Sunday, after having spent most of the last fifteen hours naked in bed with her. Matt had called once to talk with his wife, and Marc had made her take the call, even as she sat straddling him with his thick black shaft driven ten inches deep into her hungry white pussy. Marc mused that Matt must have known that someth...