Note from Jake Rivers: This is my sixth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based o...
This is story acts as a prequel to a previous submission called "The Camping Trip." If you are under 18, stop reading now and leave this site. If you have read my previous stories, then you know what to expect. Thanks for reading this far and enjoy the story! * My name is Calvin Jones, but everyone I know calls me CJ. I am 20 years old and am currently att...
Two weeks after our encounter with the neighbors, I received an unexpected e-mail from Morris (Morris40 at Literotica) whom you will remember as Tina's online lover in Chapter 7 of this series. Morris stated in his e-mail that he was scheduled to attend a scientific conference in Singapore the following month. His wife Alicia would be accompanying him on th...
This story is a repost that I have been told has to go in the illustrated category. I wanted it in Erotic coupling but the 2nd and 3rd chapters have illustrations important to the story I believe. Hope you all enjoy this story written by a tradesman rather than a scholar. To say I'm a little rough around the collar would be kind. This is all a work of ficti...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of Th...
1 I'll tell you a story. I live in Portland, Oregon. Nice place. Much of the time I'm off touring the world as a musician, but when I'm home, this is home. I have a lovely little family here. My partner works a more normal type of job, and our son goes to school much of the year, so I usually find myself with weekdays free. The solitude I get like that is s...
As I write these memoirs, my deeply tanned legs are stretched out before me on a lounge chair on my lanai. My pink toenails provide a nice contrast to the aquamarine sea visible in the distance, framed by swaying palm trees on golden sands. I brush a strand of hair from my forehead, and tug my sundress a few inches towards my knees. Looking back, it's hard...
Thanks for taking the time to read these stories. It takes a long time to write them so please send or leave a message. *** I've known Leanne for over 25 years and her husband Steve for about 15 of those. We first met when we were working for a government department in a small country town where we sucked and fucked away our boredom in a haze of booze and...
The Garbage Prince Pt. 1 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Chapter 10 "Apple juice, or fruit punch with your lunch?" Mrs. Greene asked. "I can'...
This is a stand alone story. However, the main character is from It is Always the Quiet on Part 1 and 2. Many thanks to Tigersman for editing. ***** One evening in November 1980, two months after the beach trip and one week after Ronald Reagan beat Jimmy Carter in the presidential election, Becky asked Steven about their plans to go see his parents in a co...