Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part-wr...
October 2021 Tuesday October 12th I'm in serious trouble with Angie. I was in town yesterday, heading back to the bus from my office. It was raining, so I took a short cut along one of the back streets. I didn't notice the new signs that they'd put up. Some streets have been designated ‟accompanied males only" and some are ‟no males allowed". There are e...
Jacks cell rang as he fed the horses. "Hi," a deep sexy voice whispered when he answered. For a second he did not recognize her voice. "Forgotten me already?" Anita Bryant laughed. "Oh no I'll never forget you," he cried, "you're wonderful." "That's good. My husband said you could put horses in our back paddock. You will have to come up and inspect the fenc...
I watched as my wife entered the house. It was in a poorer section of town than where we lived. As I looked at the drive way I realized the pick up that was parked in the driveway was one I had seen several times before. I had seen it several times leaving my wife's block as I went to meet with her before we were married. It was white in color when it was...
This is a slow story, and quite long, but I make no apology for that. Probably a little cheesy as well, perhaps, but again I make no apology. If you haven't already been put off, read on and enjoy! I hope ... * It was an impulse, pure and simple. Or at least as simple as any impulse can be when it comes to Man and Woman. I mean, she was hardly dressed to...
Chapter Seven As they entered Sandy and Bob's house, all four of them felt a growing sense of sexual tension. Perhaps the tense voices of the two girls, or the slight tremble of their hands, or a faint almost imperceptible sexual perfume wafting from their womanhood caused the change of atmosphere. Even the darting of their eyes could have been a catalyst....
This is story of Margi and Clyde – a good one, I think, different and not at all what I expected it to be. After my encounters with Andrea, angel of mine, and the second thing with Elaine, I knew that I had not finished with experimenting. Derek and I are drifting apart – or, at least, it seems that way to me. Nothing significant happened it just that there...
Author's Note: This story is slow moving and deals with cheating & cuckquean themes! *** Various cups, cans and bottles remained littered around the living room. It was the sign of a good night, but more realistically, it was a sign that someone was going to have a tedious morning cleaning the apartment. That someone would in fact be me, Ken, the sole occu...
I met James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark brown slacks which were pegged at the cuffs in the current fas...
You can thank, as do I, the persistent Randi for this submission on supplementary Legend's day. If she gets nominated for Literotica sainthood, she has my vote. With this submission, I expect my readership to reach 2,000,000. That doesn't make me feel like a legend, just humble, and I thank you all for warming my heart. This tale was expertly edited by Cre...