The sun was rising slowly over the horizon. Jack had been sitting there for at least an hour, just waiting. His friend, Jane, had told him to meet her there a few days ago over the phone, without specifying a date or time. For some reason she thought he'd know when. "The place where we used to go." was what she said. He had just returned to his hometown, and...
Note- This is purely fiction and did not occur in real life. xxx Scarlett was behind schedule and waited impatiently on her doorstep for her limo. With her cell phone clamped to her ear she tapped her heel as if beating out a tattoo on the stone step. "Come on you bastard!" The blonde bombshell had spent all morning getting her hair done and choosing her...
Sunlight kissed Olivia's skin and tangled in her hair, turning the blonde strands a shimmering gold. Warm air filtered through the open window, caressing her bare shoulders as the car cruised along the highway. Olivia closed her eyes and sighed. The hard rock music blaring from the speakers competed with the persistent throbbing inside her head. She leaned...
Great sex and an open, non-judgmental partner, what more could you ask for in a lover? Sam and I continued to talk, explore and enjoy each other, but there was still an underlying issue that kept rearing it's head at the oddest of times. Sam would share with me what he liked about me and I could not believe him. No matter how often we talked, when he told...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song—and operetta storyline in ge...
Note: This is a continuation of ERIKA: SEDUCTION INTO ADULTERY. By itself some of what follows won't be understandable without reading the earlier story. AT THE END OF THE LAST STORY: "My whole house smells of sex. My sheets are sticky even though we lay on a towel. It smells and feels wonderful!" Erika said. "My towel smells like sex, too!" I said. I pr...
***She had loved how they had parted last night and wondered if she could keep her mind and hands off of David all that day. After the park they returned to an empty parking lot at the restaurant and they realized that if the restaurant was closed it was pretty late. He had parked his car next to hers and alighted from his car as she did. They started what w...
I travel for a living, often gone for stretches of days up to a week. After crossing thousands of miles of ocean I am often very tired, even truly exhausted, when I arrive home. Most of the time I am looking for a glass of wine or a cocktail, a hug and some sleep when I stumble in the door. This time was different and my wife is the difference, and what a di...
George and Kat had been married for 17 years. Last year, she had survived breast cancer and the physical scars — if not the mental ones — were beginning to fade. This was to be their "celebration" weekend. Alone. Away. In Atlantic City. They left Long Island a little after dinner so they wouldn't have to drive through New York City during rush hour. They c...
************************************ Copyright Oggbashan July 2006 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. This story is not eligible to...