Krissy sat slumped in the corner of the drafty unfinished and empty bedroom on the carpet of their almost finished house, her head resting against the wall. She languidly watched dust motes travel across the ray of sun that shone forth from the skylight in the ceiling above and sighed tiredly, still fatigued and sore from the sparring session with her husban...
Cloud stood in the kitchen the next morning, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Strands of hair had managed to escape their restraint during her early morning jog and they framed her face as she watched the sausages she was making for her husband sizzle in the pan. Kira walked into the kitchen with a yawn, “Too early…” She plopped down into a chair....
This story is based upon a photo series, "The Bet", by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who recently signed up on Literotica under user name, BramleyAppleTheForbiddenFruit. I write this with the permission of both he and the model featured in "The Bet", and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don'...
As you read this, please don't believe that this how I think women act. This is just an attempt at some odd humor. ========================= Having lost a so-called 'friendly' bet at the bar one night recently, I was obligated to dress and act as a woman for a day. The only good thing was that I could do it on a day off since it would be unexplainable for...
"Her," I said pointing to a blonde waitress who was bending across a table to deliver some drinks to a group of guys. The bend was deliberate; a calculated move to increase her income for the night. She could just as easily passed the drinks over. She is wearing a pair of very short cut offs, Daisy Dukes, and as she leans forward the hint of white lace peeks...
This story stands on its own but does reference the Reverend DuToit who appears first in the second portion of 'Meeting me at the Ritz' * "How did I get here?" thought Michelle. Here was sitting at a biker bar in Fisheating Creek, Florida. Who even ever heard of Fisheating Creek? More to the point, here was sitting in a chair, her blouse completely unbutt...
It was a hot summer day and Tom was spending it drinking mojitos with his wife Esther and their best friends, Mark and Susan, around the pool in the backyard. The men were lying in the sun and the women were swimming lazily in the warm water, chatting and laughing about things that happened in their youth. All four of them were friends since high school an...
My third meeting with Ali the Big Old Arab Ch. 2 Saturday 27 of January 9:30 AM I had slept longer than I used to and woke up beside Ali, I looked at him he lay there with his eyes closed and I looked at the big bulge in the quilt, he had a hard on, good. Slowly I removed the quilt and kissed his hard cock, he gave a sigh and stretched his body and said:...
Really, the only difference between Mike Vasuco and most any other a middle aged male divorcee was that he had just won a huge lottery. Suddenly he was so much richer than he had ever, in his wildest dreams, ever considered. And he didn't tell anyone, to start. Of course, he would share with his family and kids, and probably even with the ex, but that woul...
I came in for breakfast the next day around ten. Fran was her usual self. "So, what is it for you today?? Omelet?? French toast?? Kick in the ass??" "I see you are your usual cheery self this morning. Hubby pee in your corn flakes??" Fran just smiled as she walked away. She came back a few minutes later with my usual chocolate milk. "No DRIP coffee this mor...