Jill brought enough cash to pay for a taxi there and back, and of course, buy a couple of the largest realistic dildos ever made for the inflated thousand-dollar price. It had started raining on the way to the bookstore. She was glad she had worn a pair of old high-heeled sandals, but wished she had brought an umbrella. She waited a moment before steppin...
Author's note: My first submission to Literotica. This story is true, and as accurate as it can be after all these years. I have only changed or been vague about names and locations, to protect real people's anonymity. **** London, 1986, just after eleven in the evening. A young man detaches himself from the crowd leaving a student bar and walks, alone, t...
O, love and summer. You are in the dreams and in me. —Walt Whitman, The Sleepers Wednesday was the last day of my little lawn service business. It was like so many other days in that summer of 1979, hot and close, the air an atomized poison of car exhaust and dew steaming off roof shingles. I was nervous about seeing Eleanor Kaminski one more time, afraid...
Vijaya sat in the bank conference room, trying to stay calm while inside, her heart was racing. The silence in the room was so thick, the occasional rustle of paper seemed to have to force its way through and sSeated around the big table were all the principals to the sale while they were all carefully studying mortages, deeds and other papers and Vijaya, at...
CHAPTER ONE A wife vanishes This is the first chapter of nine. There is no sex in this chapter. It was the last minute problems that prevented Matt leaving his office at the usual time. Most days he could be relied upon to be home at six forty-five, to be welcomed by his wife of four years Elizabeth, and a well cooked meal ready to be served usually around...
I wrote and sold several stories to one particular porn publisher. Enjoying my success, I decided to try something new. Their guidelines indicated they accept short to VERY LONG pieces of writing. I figured they would pay me more money for a longer piece. So I sat down and pounded out this story. When I sent it to them, I got back a note which read, "This is...
A fictional tale written at the urgings of a fan who thought he would like to see his ideas for me come to print. ********* The neighborhood was scary, with half of the buildings abandoned and most of the rest of them looking as if they should have been. Luckily, it was dark so when I parked the car so one saw me as I took a deep breath and looked up at...
EDITED BY amerks29hockey * CHAPTER ONE It's weird. I spent most of my life chasing, looking for, and trying to get - pussy. Now, here I am, a divorced 57-year-old, semi-retired architect who suddenly has more twat than I could ever imagine. It all started a couple of weeks ago when I was in the local shopping mall. Since I work from home and my time...
I have some wonderful, exciting, literate fans that I enjoy friendship and correspondence with. In this story the names have been changed to protect the naughty, but you know who you are.....here's to you M.R.-thanks for making those Friday afternoons a working delight! * Max Roberts, 25 years old, is lying on the gurney in the ambulance as the sirens wail...
"Life is unfair." – thought Ben as he looked again at the girl on the beach. He sat on the sand, dressed in a white shorts and nothing else, looking at a beautiful young girl. She was laying on her back, getting an additional suntan on the shore of Mediterranean Sea. Ben stared at her for a long time, admiring her hot body, petite, with a slender waist,...