Hope Nothing Changes Cheryl's transitional week had flown by as Lucky often found himself running over to Lois's apartment for one reason or another so that he could give Lois the sex that she desired before returning to a usually horny Cheryl. Life was great for the sex slave in his new home. He couldn't have asked for a better existence. He knew from ex...
I awoke to find you had already gotten up, though the bed still carried the your scent. I got up and went into the kitchen to find you at the counter spreading cream cheese on a couple of bagels. You were wearing only panties, and I enjoyed watching the sway of your long hair and slightly hanging tits as you worked. "Hi, honey," you greet me. I kiss you on...
This is probably the final Lorilei story. The other stories have no particular order - just random fantasies of a dirty old man, but this one should probably be read last. ***** So there I was, in a place I had wished to be many times. If I had a buddy to share these fantasies with, instead of posting them on Literotica, I might have said, "I almost slept...
David had been his best friend since they were kids. They did everything together: growing up, hanging out, going to games, sharing and enjoying cars, beer, and girls. They even went to the same college and stayed roommates. Now David had moved to the coast and seemed to be settling down; he had found a house and moved in with a girl. The fact that they got...
(in Sara's voice) I could feel Julie's eyes burning through me as I let her boyfriend's semen spill into my mouth. I could tell that she loved to see him get off, and it didn't seem to bother her that I was the one who was doing it! In fact, watching me give Drew a blow job really seemed to turn her on. Surprisingly, as I tasted Drew's come in front of her,...
I didn't get much sleep that night and I wasn't complaining. Cole and I spent those precious hours before sunrise getting to know each other. There were very few words spoken between us, very few words of substance, anyway. The soft glow from the small lamp on my nightstand captured our movements, cast our forms in flickering shadows against the walls, a s...
My buddy Art had retired early, at sixty, and I'd taken one of the buyouts from the East Coast daily newspaper I'd written for, as its third absentee owners "cut fat" — then cut muscle, then bone. Art had forked out big bucks to have a gorgeous '65 Triumph Bonneville restored, with its chrome lustrous and shiny new gold-and-cream paint. I'd done some of the...
It was a horrible day for a grave side service. The canopy that had been set up was really adequate only for immediate family. Detective Brady huddled with his wife under their umbrella in a futile effort to avoid the worst of the relentless rain. The rain was almost forgotten as they listened to the chaplain's struggle to eulogize a rookie cop who had commi...
with apologies to Franz Kafka Vella awoke that morning feeling unusual. She tried to stretch but couldn't as if her arms were just not there. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs were gone. She blinked and tried to look around the room but everything was larger, farther away. Suddenly she felt herself rising, lifting up and flying through the air. Sh...
A seasonal Clef story Preface: (If you have read "Summer Nights", you can bypass this.) Oswald MacDonald (call me Mac) met and fell for June Jones during a battle of the bands at Naked City nudist colony. His band, Slip Stream, won the contest and a recording contract. Her band, Jonesville, won nothing but got a lot of gigs from the publicity. Their romanc...