STINKY FRED OSKOSH CHAPTER ONE FRED AND MOLLY If anyone had told me I would marry Fred Oshkosh someday I would have told them they were more than a few bricks shy of a full load. Yet here I was married to him after six- month long engagement. We had been in high school together after my family moved into the lakeside community of Chippewa Hills in mid-Mich...
Chapter 1 Moonlight beaming through the open window informed Lola Hunt (33) that she was in her bed on a fine night, but what had interrupted her sleep? A gunshot nearby sounded. Lola sighed, thinking it would be some poor sod, with or without pals, attempting to steal one of retired farmer Fred Brown's goats tethered on his lawns in suburbia to keep th...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
The worst part of my job is the waiting. You have to be patient to be a detective since things cannot be rushed. Stakeouts are a classic example. Another example is waiting for somebody to come through your door to ask for your services. "Come through your door" is of course a metaphor for any manner of inquiries: website inquiries, email, text, Facebook, wh...
"I'm sorry. It's insanely crowded. Would you mind if I sat down here?" she asked. "No. Of course not. Yeah, it really is busy," he replied. "Where are you headed?" she asked as she set her purse down before taking the only available seat. "Ohio. I'm an Ohio State alumnus and I'm heading back to attend my 20th reunion," he told her. "How about you?" "That...
The only compensation writers at Literotica receive is votes and comments. Please vote and if you have any feedback either leave a comment or send me an email. I love receiving email from my readers. ***** Chad Derry pulled the twelve-pack of Bud Light out of the display cooler at the local wine and beer shop. A twelve pack along with the full six-pack and...
I woke up at the usual time Friday morning; Amy was still asleep, so I turned to her and held her. She finally woke up about 6:30. "Good morning," I said. "Good morning," she said turning to me. "What time is it?" "It's almost 6:30, I let you sleep." "Emmm, thanks." "I started to wake you so we could have sex before you go to work, but you felt so peace...
My Uncle, J.D. Spencer, passed away last month and left me his Antebellum Estate outside of Aiken, South Carolina. Julius Daniel Spencer, M.D. was a psychologist and the great, great, great, great grandson of George Washington Spencer. Each successive heir in the Spencer family took over the Marital Institute that G.G.G.Great Uncle George founded before the...
This story could have gone in several different categories, from BDSM to Interracial Sex or Group Sex. I finally decided to put it in Loving Wives because it seemed more that than anything else. You may disagree, but read the whole thing first. It's got a lot of stuff in it. * Within five days of our return from Vegas, Marcia said she no longer had any sor...
The contest was over and it was time to announce a winner. The audience was still and silent, as everyone held their breath. Dawn and two other young women, Olga Wick and Trina Lakes, stood on stage praying they would be the winner. The announcer picked up the envelope and walked to the podium. Dawn's heart was pounding, her hands wringing with sweat. This...