Lois Lane lay on her empty bed, frustrated, in her nightgown. Her hand was buried underneath her panties, rubbing her clit furiously. In spite of her efforts, she couldn't bring herself off. Mentally, she cycled through her lovers trying to think of one who could bring her off, but none could. Not her dashing husband Clark, the young and nubile Kara, or even...
The dinner party was small, a celebration of a LexCorp VP who celebrated himself often enough to make his birthday party almost redundant. But nevertheless, it was held at a swank hotel downtown. Mercy had often attended these kinds of soirees on behalf of Lex, while he stayed in a lab or a bed. Now that she was chairwoman of the board, she had to attend the...
Lois Tillman turned her car into the driveway of Doreen Ingalls' apartment building and, in spite of herself, felt her heart begin to pound. She and Doreen, the assistant principal at Jamestown High School, had been lovers for quite a while. Lois who was also having an affair with the teenage son of a friend and was very close to being in love with the youn...
Superman tapped gently at the glass of Lois's window, his super-hard fingernail producing a sound not unlike the cliché pebble thrown by a teenage paramour. Perhaps Lois thought that was what it was, until she remembered her apartment was thirty stories up. With the realization—fast as it was—Lois rushed out of her bedroom, robe tied over the T-shirt and pan...
One late afternoon while sitting at the kitchen table with my close friend Lois, who also happens to be my manicurist, the subject of sex came up. In spite of being close friends we never discussed sex much. No doubt the wine we were drinking loosened up our basic shyness to delve into the subject for the first time extensively. Lois is about five years you...
This is a nearly true story. I've filled it in some but I won't tell you what parts are true and what parts I've added. I will tell you that the places and the people are real. I haven't even changed the names, because there are no innocent to protect. * It started out as a wife swap. We had known Pat and Linda for years. Linda was Lois' friend from high s...
More Australianisms. Doona = duvet Yakuta = dressing gown or housecoat. This is the third part of a twenty chapter story. Any feedback at all would be most welcome. * The door was answered almost immediately. It was Lois, she introduced herself, as she and Harry had met only very briefly on one previous occasion. "Come in, Carol will be a minute or tw...
The stories in the "Celebrity" section of Literotica are all fictional parodies - none are true, nor are they approved of by the celebrities named in the stories. Authors write these fictitious stories about famous people for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because they can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country wher...
This is a fictional account of a track meet that never happened. Don't bother reading this story if you're looking for a factual story. Don't bother telling me you don't like the story as I don't care. Tell me if you have Ideas how I can write better stories. ***** Life was getting to Lois, she lost her job as a medical tech at the women's imaging cente...
"Lois?" Lois turns around to see Jesse staring at her, a surprised look on his face. "Oh, hey Jesse. How's it going'?" She asks, trying to disguise the surge she felt at seeing him. She was in town visiting family and dropped by the recruiting office to bring the guys some baked goodies before they all went on Christmas vacation. Most of them have kids and...