Note: I came across this story on a blog. I found it so interesting that I thought it deserved a wider audience. Hence this post on Lit; obviously I have no claim to copyright. I'm posting it in the hope the real author will come forward and delight us with some more details of the background to this story, and hopefully its many sequels. --------- I am a...
To the literary purists - As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. ***** I don't know what finally triggered it. Was it my years of cajolin...
When he died she thought her world had come to an end. He was only 42,the same age as herself and he had battled with his illness bravely for the past 6 years. She had been the devoted wife, nursing him, caring for him, always there for him. He had been her first real boyfriend. They had grown up together in a quiet country village, dated and then married...
When I met Rakesh and Sarika, their marriage was in a bad shape. The problem was not uncommon. Both were mid 40's. And like many husbands, Rakesh's interest and capability in sex had reduced while Sarika was still very much sexually active. Rakesh used to be busy with his work and could give hardly any time for his wife. Their kids had grown up and Sarika ha...
When I met Rakesh and Sarika, their marriage was in a bad shape. The problem was not uncommon. Both were mid 40's. And like many husbands, Rakesh's interest and capability in sex had reduced while Sarika was still very much sexually active. Rakesh used to be busy with his work and could give hardly any time for his wife. Their kids had grown up and Sarika h...
My work colleague, Diane, and I were asked to go to our head office in France for some training on the new IT system being implemented. Neither of us was too impressed about the trip. We arranged for me to pick her up; so three weeks later, early on Monday morning, I pulled into their driveway. I got out of the car and knocked on the front door. Her husban...
Karen was startled as the color guard began to fire their rifles for the nine gun salute. She gripped Heidi's hand as they both stood together in the light rain at Arlington Cemetery. In front of them was the coffin of Heidi's late husband, Fred Taylor. Karen remember vividly that only a month ago that man was vigorously thrusting into her as Heidi was sit...
My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and tonight I'm gonna get a piece of ass that I've been waiting almost twenty years to get. Twenty years is a long time to wait for pussy - but tonight that bitch is gonna spread those lovely legs and I'm gonna fuck her. I know she's gonna fuck. I can see the signs. I been fucking women in their late forties fo...
Ketan Gupta is 34. Puja Gupta is 30. No kids. Married for five years now. They live in Bangalore while Nikhil and Sumedha Srivastava, the couple with whom they swapped, traveled all the way from Pune. The hook up was arranged via a popular messenger. Certain pictures were exchanged through mail between the men. A webcam conference followed along with a te...
Meet Malcolm Sithole, a young Black man who is at something of a crossroads in his life. Malcolm is having a grand old time in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sure, the brother misses his family and friends in the town of Soweto, South Africa, but he loves the Canadian Capital. Ottawa has a lot to offer an adventurous and outgoing young man like Malcolm, and he...