1. Dick and Jane Roku was late for class again. Her heels echoed as they clicked down the cavernous corridor that connected the school's central cloister with the Social Studies classrooms. She should be running, but knew she'd twist an ankle if she attempted it. Stupid fucking shoes... The two inch heels served no purpose but to stick her ass out from unde...
She was outside the bar, fumbling with her carkeys. She kept dropping them, clearly too drunk to drive. She was 50ish, 5'4, stocky, with blonde hair, disheveled, make-up run-down, wearing a tight skirt/suit. The light rain had soaked her through, and she was shivering. 0bviously, a business woman who had a few too many after work. I had downed a few myself...
Mrs. Pandra had been trying to seduce him all summer, Jim knew that. But for the most part he'd rebuffed her not so subtle offers... after all, she was about 25 years older than his 22 years; to him that was just a little too old. She was his mother's age! No husband, she'd been widowed about ten years back. Although she was very attractive still, and very s...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. (c) Etaski 2016. * Her Matron gripped her wrist. It hurt, but she bore it bravely. She did no...
'NO RUNNING IN THE CORRIDOOR.' The Headmaster's voice rang out loud and clear. For a brief moment the three miscreants halted in their tracks and cast a guilty glance in the direction from which the edict had come. 'How many times do you boys need to be told?' The ringleader muttered something appropriately apologetic, and then all three walked, cautiousl...
Cleo and I were both nurses in our late twenties employed at the local hospital. We had been seeing each other for almost a year when we worked the same shift we always took our evening meal together once the patients had settled down and our wards were quite. On an unusually balmy night in September we had arranged to meet on the flat roof of a disused ho...
(continued from Giant (Ch.1) and Giant Ch.2) The giant reclined against the cushions, which his servants had laid against the cold stone castle wall. "Bring me more village women," he demanded in his booming voice. They came, ushered back onto the stone floor before him, covered still in the robes demanded by tradition. The giant held the thick long stem o...
I was the only male nurse working on the ward at our local hospital. The lack of other male company never worried me as, although I was the butt of any anti-male jokes, I was more than compensated by being the one any of my colleagues (or patients) turned to when they were in the mood for flirting. This was certainly true of my colleague on night duty last...
If first impressions were anything indication the lime tree-lined drive through landscaped gardens to the Georgian house was a promising start. Even the name on the signboard, 'Welcome to the Fardo Clinic', oozed class. Not Hospital, Clinic - very exclusive, thought Amy Jones; gosh, she really hoped she got offered this nursing post. Inside her favourable a...
George left the women attached as they were and went to his bedroom. He went to his room and began to get undressed. He was randy but he wanted the women to know that he was the Master in this house and he would have to do without sex for the moment but then he could still play with himself. He stripped off his clothes and stood there naked looking at himse...