Late at night I sit pounding away at the keyboard. Writing isn't Always as glamorous a life as I had once thought. Hours alone, Endless edits, unreasonable deadlines. At times It didn't seem worth the effort. But for the moment, I typed away at the stories that rolled out of my head. Despite the lost sleep and isolation it brought, releasing these stories ha...
He sat bored at his desk, damn being in early for interviews. He hated having to wear a tie, especially so early in the morning. He picked up the resume and scanned it. This candidate was meeting most of what he needed and the phone interview was great, in fact the memory of her voice made him twinge a little in his suit pants, it had taken all of his conce...
The two of us, her a middle-aged divorcee, me much younger, were coupled amidst muddled sheets, wrapped in murky shadows skulking about her bedroom in a tropical vacation bungalow near a white sand beach. Her ruby cum fuck me pumps unshackled, on the floor; my young man's practical, proper, in fashion shoes nearby. Her red lace panties, the crimson balconet...
Vicar Jones is glad he will be able to remove his heavy black robe and white collar soon. It is very hot. His church picnic in late June is held in a grove of trees in a private park beside a lake. Usually a brisk breeze blows off the lake, but today little wind stirs the branches of the tall oaks and aspens. He has given the blessing and the picnic lunch i...
I was in the office, watching you every day, masturbating about you each night, wanking myself silently in the toilets at work, clenching my teeth as I made myself cum thinking about you strutting about in that tight pencil skirt with those amazing heels and how much I wanted you. You had used me and abused me for years now, forcing me to serve you in your o...
He had a way of looking at me as if he were looking though me. In his gaze, my reality faded, and I was transformed. Under his stare I felt like the butterfly being released from the confines of its prison. His arms wrapped around me like the warmth of the sun drying out newborn wings. His soft lips were like gentle breezes lifting me to flight. His nurturin...
On the great deck of a grand wooden ship from the golden age of sail, the sky behind the great mast and foredeck—where the bo'sun barked an order to a crewman who had Dutch, Spanish, English, and French colors looped over his arm as well as the black with its bleached bones—is strewn with clouds reflecting the golds, pinks, and reds of a setting sun, the dec...
One of my readers requested adding pictures of the new characters, but this is not allowed by Literotica. When a new character is introduced, I will put in parenthesis the character's real name so you can look them up on the internet. ***** The Baxter women were going out and paint the town red. They agreed to wear something hot and sexy and the time came...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction, representing NO actual acts or occurrences nor any actual people. * Kelly Wurtz had always gotten her share of attention from men. Her body was a most exquisite collection of curves, from her perfect 36C's to her extraordinarily lush backside, she was the subject of stares wherever she went and enjoyed her choice...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * All of the Baxter women were gathered in the living room as they all checked out one another's outfit for the evening. New Year's Eve was something special at the Baxter house. This year most everyone were going their separate ways, but wanted to wish each and every one of them a Happ...