I wasn't exactly sure what genre to put this in. I could fit in Novels, Loving Wives, Erotic Coupling, as it has all of those characteristics. THIS IS A LONG STORY! This is not a quick stroke story, so look elsewhere if that is your Primary Objective, please. If you want to be entertained, hopefully this will do the trick. There are a few authors I want to...
The story of my life so far has been as unremarkable and commonplace as my married name - Smith. I'm the eldest of two daughters born to very happily married parents and had an idyllic childhood in Hampshire. I really wanted for nothing -- my sister and I could not have been more loved. After going to a so-called good school and completing my A-Levels, I tra...
I have it all. A beautiful apartment on Park Avenue, a spacious home on 10 acres in Southampton, a winter home in Palm Beach and a delightful getaway villa at the tip of Cap D'Antibes. I have a Ferrari when I want to drive myself and a chauffeur driven Rolls Royce when I don't want to bother looking for a parking place. I have a family with none of the respo...
This is the second and final part to Davida's and Dillon's story. Thanks for all the comments, follows and favorites. This story is a byproduct of everyone's support. Hope you enjoy! ******** DAVIDA "Open wide," I hear in the distance. Something hard and smooth presses against my lips. I jolt awake to find Maurice's fat dick in my face. "What the hell?"...
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...
There's a film called Love in the Time of Cholera. This isn't it. This is my CoronaVirus effort. Sometimes, when you're in pain, your mouth runs away with you. And there are few clear answers. It was the day the music died. "Okay, baby. I'm going to have to go. That morning shift is killing me -- and I have to be up at half five." I looked mournfully at t...
Chapter Six: Wedding Presents I was on an incredible high for a couple of days after my wedding. Like many bridegrooms on the day, I had felt very nervous, both about the day itself and the years of married life that stretched out before me. Only, I had a little more to be nervous about than many. It wasn't just my bride-to-be's contrasting virginal Catholi...
Hey Folks, this one is kind of twisty. It's more of a character study than a fable. There are no sterling examples of humanity here, only several very flawed people who make the best of a bad situation. The only thing about this story that is a Sterling example of anything would be the job that Barney-R did in editing it. But I think it's a good story for a...
Literotica Edition © 2013 Guy Bailey Co-written with Simone Beaudelaire * Nick Harper wiped his brow on his arm as he looked at the trail of straw bales in front of him. They were the small, rectangular type, each weighing around sixty-five pounds. The trailer he was stacking them on held twenty-five lying flat on the base, and could take them eight high....
The date It would be a birthday treat. They had agreed that this one night would be their night. Richard had suggested it. A date night, albeit with a difference. This night they would both dress to impress, they would flirt and they would tease but they might also allow the options to be a little more open. Richard had told Kim his fantasy. He wanted to...