Hope is our church choir director. I have known her for 20+ years. Early on she was my children's puppet team director. Back then, I found her to be a bit scatterbrained, moody and quick to provoke for the smallest of reasons. She was married with two children but that did not stop her from becoming quite close to a man that co-directed the puppet team with...
First, I am going to set the ground work for this story. I think it will make the story much more enjoyable and make it flow better. The true names have been changed. My wife Jessica's best friend is also her boss. Claudia is a 37 year old Mexican woman who is involved in a sexless, boring marriage. Claudia is 5-1, 125 lbs, long brown hair and brown eyes. S...
I love my life. I don't know if this happens to other people but I have a recurring theme in my life where past experiences come back, not to haunt me, but to enrich my life even further. My life is not without pain and tragedy, to be sure, but I think I am blessed with good fortune nonetheless. This story is an unexpected continuation of another tale of mi...
Some people say "no good deed goes unpunished." I never subscribed to that armchair philosophy even though I had and saw many good deeds backfire. I must admit, though, that the "unpunished" saying did make me a little apprehensive that my most elaborate good deed might boomerang; but it didn't stop me. I'm a 52 year old guy with keen business acumen but p...
It was 1972 and I had my first office job at a small factory outside of New Britain, Connecticut. The factory floor, where the pieceworkers were busy prying rubber gaskets and such out of the huge sheets delivered to their benches, was on the lower level along with the press workers and tool & die people. The second story had the offices, overlooking the o...
... another titillacious tale as told by esteamed author Sir Stikkimus Soxx, Esquire... (Oh and do feel free to imagine Rupert Everett's voice whilst reading. Or not.) * * * * * Our setting today, an office. Not too hot, not too cold, but just and resoundingly right for our soon to be steamy little romp (and yes, yes, yes with all of the usual things one...
"Horror stories show that the control we believe we have is merely an illusion." -Clive Barker *** Getting out of the car, Herb looked at the house and whistled. "Are you sure this dame's not a real witch?" he said. Herb's wife shushed him. "What kind of a question is that?" "A good one. Just look at this place." The old iron gate around the property's...
This story may (OK probably) will be submitted without the luxury of an editor. Volunteer Editors (VE's) here on Literotica are slammed with requests by us authors - So, please be kind in your critiques since this one is going out there naked. This one is another that just popped into my head. More dialog than the last one. I am attempting to write this...
Robby was tucking in his shirt when I pulled open the door of the winery. The second car we heard drive up had stopped, forcing us to get a move on. I don't know how long we would have laid on top of the pallet of wine. I took a moment to brush off any dirt my t-shirt had accumulated while it was on the floor. Satisfied, I looked up to greet the new customer...
The beach today is as white and pristine as any other day. As I watch the waves lazily roll in and out, the sun sets on the horizon. The huge orange orb seems to sizzle as it sinks slowly into the ocean. The water is always calm this time of day, the breeze cools my skin. Lush green palm leaves waft above my head as I stare at the setting sun. This island pa...