It was a typical chilly morning in the small town in Michigan's upper peninsula. Tom glanced at his watch as he starred out the window enjoying the morning sun razing over the horizon. He finally heard the click of the bathroom door opening and the sweet smell of Chantal's perfume flowing into the room. "Honey? Could you please bring me my sweater for me pl...
She was becoming frightened. She had been in the room for almost an hour. At least it felt as though an hour had passed. Her hands were behind her, and her head was bowed. A thick eyeless mask had been placed onto her head, covering her eyes. She was in the dark, yet she could hear sounds around her. "Take off your dress," boomed a voice. She thought the vo...
"Herr Profesor Abercrombie!" The husky female voice didn't startle Ian Abercrombie. It only yanked his mind off the essays he slogged through. He glanced up. Marianne Witmerhaus' casual couture blocked his office door. She hadn't been a surprise, having alerted him weeks earlier of her visit. Ostensibly she traveled to attend "the tennis." Engage in some...
It has been a few years since I last submitted a story or since I actually had a story worth telling Lit readers. I hope you find the story which follows as exciting and satisfying as I did... To review, my wife Stacy and I have an average sex life; mostly common sexual experiences and mundane sexual exploits throughout our 5 plus years together. Other then...
I woke up to Lori shaking me awake. She was excited about something and had to have me awake. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand. "Are you awake now?" She asked. I groggily replied, "Yes, yes I'm awake." She said, "Guess what tonight's event is going to be." Now I had just been jerked awake and was not of my full faculties yet. I said, "Please...
The hostess glided between the tables of the gleaming Village restaurant, her mid-back length blonde-and-pink tresses glinting as she moved and contrasting sensuously with the dark tan which crept forth from beneath her clothing. She was leading the way to the table we'd indicated, a booth next to windows opening upon the bustling afternoon City sidewalk. Si...
Chapter 3 - Feeding the fish Gary had said to Melanie that he had no plans to get another job. As far as he was concerned he was retired - after all he was nearly sixty. Occasionally he felt a little guilty about 'not contributing to society' but, to be fair, he had been working since he was seventeen. It seemed, however, the world was not going to leave hi...
My wife and I are in our early fifties. She is a very attractive redhead with flashing hazel eyes, slim, five-eight and dresses elegantly. She has an engaging smile and sensuous lips; lips that other guys would hope were wrapped around their cock. Often in the public eye she gets hit upon by both men and women, and, as she is a one-man woman, doesn't play ar...
It was midnight and Nikita had just passed immigration. She waited outside restlessly for the boarding gate to open. It was twenty-five minutes past take-off time. Typical India. Delayed as usual. She looked at the bar in the distance and then looked back at the screen near her, 'Gate Closed'. "Ugh. Screw it" she said aloud and walked over to the swirling...
I sat back in the plush red velvet chair. It was the same dark red velvet material that covered the walls. There were mirrors on the wall with intricate gold filigree around the edges and golden looking lamps set on top of glass tables. It was a waiting area designed to create a feeling of luxury. As I sat back my eyes roamed around the room and settled on t...