© Literocat 2014, 2015 [6/30/15 Restored a dropped line and related tidbits.] "I told you this was an exceptional car, Val. Al says that at exactly thirty-seven mph, the wheels or doors or something makes the car vibrate just perfectly for our delight, and arousal. The firm seats feel good as they vibrate our groins, but the best effect is where you are no...
It started with an email entitled "Literotica feedback." Ms. B had read one of the stories I had authored, and fired off a feedback note, evidently in the throes of passion, telling me that I had made her cum. Well, I can't imagine a better first impression. And there was a return address! Hopefully, I replied, and after a week or so, there was another email...
I suppose I should tell you why we were here. We had moved recently. My wife had decided to join the Newcomers Club so she could get to know people. I am not a social person. I went to two meetings and that was it for me. She went to everything. Eventually she found a group that she could get along with and she began to see them outside of the Club. I had m...
As I stepped into the house, having just arrived home from work, my Mom shouted, "Get cleaned up. Deb's waiting out on your porch for you. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes." She turned back to the stove, lifted a lid stirring something inside the pot. As I glanced past her out the window I could see Dad sitting on the front porch facing the lake...
There is my taxi. It usually only takes about 20 minutes for them to arrive, but today it seemed to stretch on unmercifully. My stomach was bunched up in little knots and I had to keep wiping my palms on my yellow Capri pants that I knew showed off my firm, round ass just perfectly. They were my favourite pair ... shaped to fit a woman with my type of curves...
Mia had just finished making love to her husband Ray. He lay in bed, exhausted and near sleep. He had managed to last long enough to make her cum and once she'd had her release he flopped off of her onto his side of the bed, spent. At least he was that considerate. She lay in bed, feeling the mixed juices of their lovemaking ooze out of her pussy. She watche...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. It was one of those never-ending affairs that I hate to attend but, given my status in the current administration, I wa...
I arrived at the Free Press, self-proclaimed New York Times of the Bayou, during the oil boom of the '70s when cash was abundant and apartments not so much. Rents, of course, were unaffordable. Jean-Paul Gelpi came to my rescue with a two-room garage apartment next to his two-room garage apartment atop George Lasseigne's 356 Porsche Speedster – the whole gar...
It was not long after that first night with Charlie that we arranged to meet up again (for obvious reasons). I was strangely nervous as to what was going to happen. How could anything possibly live up to what I had experienced last time. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and I arrived on Charlie's doorstep with a sense of anticipation. Charlie answered the d...
Matthew pressed the call button on his cell phone and felt his life ebb into the receiver and zap out into space. He was a dead man. What stood at his end of the phone was a shell, a husk. His life was officially over. The woman at the insurance company had been pleasant enough, of course, she was going to live a long and happy life. The sum of his claim was...