Copyright © 2019 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the author. Warning: If you don't like stories about wife sharing or swinging, you might as well move on, because that's all there is here. If...
There was a knock on the door to my room, "Come downstairs. You are drinking and playing poker with me." Shawn commanded. Shawn is my mom's boyfriend. He is a white 48-year-old 6'2" tall and athletic former-jock that grew up as a spoiled rich kid. He has never worked for a living and lives off of his grandpa's trust fund. My mother, Gina, and I moved in...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. This is an original story by Barbara Jean Goodhead. Written in collaboration with Ideas and Plot Points by Rachael Ricci Swede....
I should introduce myself. My name is Sam and I am 21 years old and I am a loser. Well, at least I used to be. This story is about how I turned things around. I have always had a negative image of myself. It's something I am constantly working on but it's hard. I guess it started off with parents who never really used positive reinforcement at home. Nothing...
Onitsha (East of the Niger River) - January, 1896 Katherine woke up to the thump, thump sound of metal striking wood. She stretched and smiled. Chidebem had kept his word as he usually did. He had promised to start cutting the tree early this morning, so that he could finish before breakfast... The sound of the machete striking the tree had stopped for a...
If that was the only day time activity, the nights continued to be devoted to threesomes after Jean recovered. Thursday night, however, brought up something very new. One of the diversions that had a pronounced affect on Susan was licking and finger-fucking her ass, something sure to bring her close to orgasm. That night, she lay on her stomach, while Jean k...
I was at college in Manchester and spent two years sharing an old house with seven others - three other guys and four girls. The house had three stories: on the ground floor was a large common room and a kitchen, and a utility room with laundry facilities. The upper two floors each had four small bedrooms and a decent bathroom, and we naturally split it so t...
Author's Note: When I first started lurking on Lit years ago there were certain types of LW stories that easily got my hackles up. One of the worst was the cheating wife on her deathbed confessing all her indiscretions to her husband to ease her conscience. Sometimes she'd tell him, but other times she was even more heartless and just wrote him a letter. Thi...
My chapters are not intended to be stand alone stories I recommend you read them from the beginning. * It is now the Sunday morning, almost six weeks have elapsed since I inherited 'The English Ranch' from my Uncle. My dearest friend Chantal coincidentally left her husband on the same day as I leant of my inheritance, in that short period she has completel...
"Look, Mack, I thought I'd better warn you as soon as I heard. Brian and Conway are planning on taking the children on a couple of weeks' holiday on the Broads. You can't complain; it's your fault they are going up there anyway. They never would have thought of it if you weren't working in that boating pub," Julia informed me one Sunday morning. 'Oh, yeah,...