It didn't start in Vegas, but those two nights were stellar. I had flown in around ten-thirty that morning. I'd gotten this trip as a gift at Christmas and well, mid-February in the Northeast can get pretty ugly. I checked into my hotel, settled my stuff in the room and went exploring. Through the afternoon, I wandered the shops, the attractions, and the buf...
The following chapter is the final installment for "Heavy Traffic". I truly appreciate everyone's support and patience as I submitted chapter after chapter. I learned several valuable lessons about the story submission process on Literotica along the way. I'm not sure if I will go with the chapter-by-chapter submissions in the future or revert back to postin...
The Queen of Hearts Alvin woke up in the big four poster bed. He rolled over and reached for the pillow on the other side of the mattress. He buried his face in it while he cleared his head of sleep. Something seemed just a little bit off this morning. He sniffed the pillow and realized that it just smelled like a pillow. For years, he had clutched it befor...
A story by Just Plain Bob She stood at the sink looking out the window as she did the breakfast dishes. The yard looked, for lack of a better word, unkempt. The flower beds were full of color and the grass was green, but something was a little off. A little like a man dressed up in a suit and tie and with polished shoes that gleamed, but needing a haircut....
Bach stared moodily out the window, watching the icy stillness of the winter's grip on the building. At least the dorm was fairly warm, although he'd absconded with the blanket from his loft; he and his cape made for a swaddled lump of pseudo-misery. "Give me your tired, your hungry, your cold, your huddled college students yearning to break free...", he m...
Part 1 So I'm not the sharpest or brightest knife in the drawer, I admit it and it's not going to do any good for you to rub it in. It may have taken me a few years to catch on and now that I know what's been happening behind my back, I'm going to need help trying to figure out what to do next. Sure I still love the bitch, but I don't like her at all anymor...
(This is the continuation of an ongoing story about two work associates travelling to Amsterdam on business. The primary characters are real, but the story is total fantasy. It's best to start at the beginning. Enjoy, and send me your comments. Don't forget to vote.) * After recovering from our mini orgy in the cubes at the dance club, we returned to the t...
Friday morning and Heather was up bright and early, prancing around nervously, her naked tits wiggled and waggled around with her excited movements. I just propped myself up on my elbow and watched the show. I looked down at the comforter and for the first time, noticed cum stains. I knew they were not mine; they were probably left by Don when he pulled out...
Jean watched Emma apply her make-up in the silver lacquer of the mirror. It wasn't clean and casual, like Jean did hers. Emma lingered on every brushstroke, every flavored dab, like an artist composing a masterpiece. And she never looked at Jean. "I'm back," Jean said, emphasizing it, though the point had been made abundantly clear by the vast Phoenix Effec...
(With many thanks to Stroker_347 who graciously took the time and effort to edit all this and to Northlander for preventing me from making another gaffe. Any mistakes, especially in the car ride which was not edited are all mine.) * Harold Danvers, who preferred to go by Hal, had taken a week off from work. He'd had a rotten time; his father, his one rema...