I'm sorry about the delay in posting chapter 8. I'd submitted it last month, but Literotica chose to play havoc with it for almost two weeks. It'll hopefully go smooth from now on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The plush apartment was big, and had me gaping as I walked in. The living room was well-furnished, with a luxurious sofa set in beige leather, a carved glass tab...
"Cynthia, come on!" Her mother said in an exasperated voice. "Get your shoes on or you'll be late for school." Marie quickly finished the last of the dishes, placing them in the draining rack before drying her hands and grabbing the hair brush from the counter. She turned to her five year old daughter and hurriedly began the task of untangling the long messy...
Chapter 1: Trip "Damn!" I said under my breath. The National Weather Service web page forecasted a big storm with high winds to arrive in southeast Alaska mid-day Friday. A storm that big would probably shut down the Juneau airport for a day or so right exactly when I wanted to leave and travel south to see my wife. Damn, I thought to myself. I had accept...
This story has very little explicit sex in it. It could have been submitted in several other categories including Reluctance / Non-consent. Enjoy. *************** I was dressed for work, sitting at the breakfast table with my cup of coffee and the morning newspaper. Janet was still in the bedroom dressing for work. There was nothing different about this mo...
The curly-headed, pretty little blonde girl clutched her mother's warm hand as they made their way into the small church. At the tender young age of six, Miriam Posey was the perfect picture of a bright-eyed young lady, eager to learn about the vast new world all around her. The little girl and her mother sat at the front of the church like they religiously...
(note: Part I of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn II "Most prisons are built of concrete and steel, you see," Misha Podgolskiv said, "but what of that prison we toil over all of our life, that prison of the mind we build within ourselves year after year, that prison which serves on...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life, which I am adapting and editing. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. His younger frie...
A WEEKEND WITH MONIQUE Friday evening after Julian left my hotel room, I was thinking about anal sex and how addicted I had become to it. I found myself checking out curvy bottoms more than ever. If a woman had nice legs, a flat tummy and a shapely ass, she had my attention. Small to medium breasts were an added plus but I was not attracted to big busted wo...
Fashion is Our Name - Part 13 - Trouble at the Foreign Office Chapter 32 - To Kingham by Lorry As I settled into the passenger seat of Ben's lorry, I was glad I had not exposed my mild hysteria over Sally to Jeremy, who would have been perturbed. Agents are not supposed to lose their cool. With traffic, it was nearly two hours to Kingham. I used the time...
"Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No! To be once in doubt Is to be resolved." —Shakespeare Othello, III,iii,177 (Othello is determined not to live in jealous doubt but to resolve the situation.) This is a (possible) closure for the Story "New Year's Eve". Chapters 1 & 2 of th...