Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It's on my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is everything else about me. Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore? Well, that's a good question. You have to understand that I came...
Dear Reader: I suppose most authors of Literotica stories get e-mails from people with a story they want told but feel uncomfortable telling it themselves. Usually the stories I get are mere fantasy, but on occasion I feel that perhaps the story is true. "Mona's Story" was one such example where, for a variety of reasons, I felt the writer was telling the tr...
"Ok guys, show's over. Let's get back to the cards." Like schoolboys being herded away from a school ground fight, my friends drift back to the table. But somehow, playing cards is no longer exciting enough. But any attempt to get me to talk about how I was lucky enough to have such an amazing wife is met with silence on my part. Had the show been less b...
Charlene and her friends were on their way to Fredericksburg, Texas for a Wild Women's Wine Tasting Tour. Her friend Nekoda, or Niki as they all called her, had made all the arrangements from transportation to accommodations and the wine tours themselves. She was exceptionally talented at making travel plans and even went as far as making up T-shirts for a...
"We were two ships who passed in the night, two strangers who happened to meet who would part in the morning never to see each other again. However the passion we shared will remain a part of us for we have shared our souls and our spirits will forever be as one." The above quote may sound like something out of a romance novel or some hokey saying quoted by...
10:15 pm, Frankfurt, Germany. It's a cools September night and the city streets aren't as busy as they normally would be for a Friday. This could be due to the fact that it is usually quiet in this particular hotel or just the fact that Rosette Cole is sitting in a hotel room by herself, beginning to catch some late night T & A on a German TV station. Af...
So we had agreed to see a Sex Therapist. That is Katie (my wife) and I (Jack). Not as you might imagine, in order to try and improve the sex between us as a couple [though that may be a convenient by-product] but something quite different. You see, I have given up any notion of being able to satisfy my wife and consider myself a lost cause. Sure the thera...
Troy Kettles stared intently through the moving wiper blades as a steady rain beat upon his windshield as he headed south along I-75. He grumbled to himself and cursed his fate. He had hoped to be alone with Erin, but they would now be stuck indoors with too many people milling around for them to really talk. That was too bad because he really wanted to get...
(Author's note: When reading this story, be aware that when confronted with a very attractive person of the opposite sex, we all respond as we have been conditioned to from our previous experience, or lack of it. The virgin, or a small town women who has only had sex with two men, and who has been with only her husband for the last five years is not in any w...
Billie had a very good paying job at HI-TECH COMPUTERS as a systems analyst. He'd only been out of university for 3 years and had already received 4 pay increases, so he was a wealthy young man but kind of lonely. He didn't know why, but girls didn't seem to like him. He was polite and respectful and always ready to spend money on them to make a good impress...