Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * I, Thomas Rydbeck, am a hated stranger in this small Scandinavian town where I have my job. Everybody in town knows what I did and for the time being a lot of people out there really hate me. The simple reason for their hate is that I seduced a very beautiful woman who was married to a popular local sports s...
Doris and Lisa (Fall, 1955) Doris and Lisa are becoming friends, with Doris introducing Lisa to the finer points of sex. Yet, Margaret has been under so much stress that she needs some 'comforting', also. Then Doris gets an idea... CHAPTER 2 Margaret, shoulders slumped, let herself be led into her room. "Here, Mags. Sit down on the bed." Margaret sat h...
Jessie looked down at him sleeping by her side. In the cool, dark pre-dawn she couldn't actually see him, though she felt the warmth of his relaxed supine body seep into her. The curtains rustled as a sudden breeze, cooled by the still gently air-kissed lake outside the cabin, squeezed through the partly open window. She looked up at the source of the sound....
The letter was from the state and when I opened it, it read Dear Lisa Brown, you have Jury Duty (JD). UGH! I had heard from everyone who ever had it that it was a real pain in the ass unless you got a hot case. But here was the letter telling me I had a month of it. Damn it! It couldn't have come at a more inappropriate time for me. Work was already making...
This story is for Dave, who not only requested that I write it and gave me all the information I needed to customize it especially for him, but was also very generous in his appreciation. After reading it, he thought that he would enjoy sharing it with the readers at literotica, where he first found my stories, so here it is. Please be advised that this i...
This will make no sense unless you read part one. This is entirely fiction. It contains no sexually explicit descriptions but does include some violence. In Part One I told of my wife's infidelity and our subsequent break up. I was off to the bank, to a realtor, to a divorce lawyer then to my parent's house. I was going to retrieve something only I knew...
Copyright© 2009 by Denham Forrest, The Wanderer My thanks go to my proofreaders LadyCibelle, and my friend SH, for attempting to sort out all of my co ... foul-ups! But I must remind the reader that I still retain my annoying habit (Well I would be surprised if I doesn't get right up their noses, after all the effort they put in on my behalf!) of fiddling w...
This story is humbly dedicated to Lucian. Two millenia ago, he wrote a tale of Ancient Egypt we know today as 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice.' "Oh, darling. Not tonight. I'm so tired." Belinda smiled sleepily at her husband. Once again, his fingers had been roving over her body in an obvious attempt to initiate sex. Now those fingers stopped and withdrew. Simon...
A junior student in my Advanced Placement English Language & Composition class, Maria became a favorite of mine for many reasons. First and foremost, she enjoyed my class, and made every effort to let me know so (kind words, a nice Christmas letter, an end-of-the-year gift). Not the most gifted student, she worked extremely hard, took all suggestions to hear...
Prologue: The Last Dance I peek out, the crowd awaits. I hear them holler and laugh and chatter at one another in their drunken revelry. My thighs are wet in anticipation, for I know this is my last performance. The crackling speaker announces me, heralds me. Barely audible over the static. With this I walk on, the sound of whooping applause and lewd gaze...