This story is submitted as part of The 750 Project. According to MS Word, it is exactly 750 words long—the minimum length for a Literotica submission. I found the box addressed to me waiting on the stairs when I got home from teaching my Friday children's ballet class. "Quinn, Call me before you open it! -Les" was scrawled on the side. We were only a few w...
Sitting at my desk, I enjoy browsing and reading stories of sex and pleasure. I love the stories of encounters with strangers and glances in public places. My cock hardens, asking me to let him out of my pants. Although I'm tempted, I tell myself to be patient and I keep reading the following story. It is about infidelity, about a betrayal with a neighbor....
I've been working hard many hours for weeks without a day off and the promised vacation with my wife had gotten delayed again. Postponed, deferred and whatever else I tried to call it, did not fool my wife. She was pissed off. So to make up we arranged to go to a spa, take the waters enjoy the sun for a day. She was not really happy but at day trip is better...
For me, the ultimate feeling of femininity happens when a man is inside me, and It had been far too long. Over the last few years, my wife had effectively shut down my indulgence in the hobby of crossdressing in public - mainly at bars frequented by the transgendered and their admirers. She only suspected how far I had taken it. My opportunity arose when she...
It was the doorbell again, how many times had Viv answered the door today. Too many - the new neighbors seem to have forgotten everything useful. Viv had seen them arrive in the morning - a family of 3 moving into the flat next door. Mother and father who must be late 40's and their young son was just 18. He Looked like and was a University student who was s...
About a year after leaving the area that Ron and Mary were living, I found myself closer to my old hometown in central Alabama. I didn't really want to move back home so I found myself a place about 15 miles away. There were lots of "low places" I'd grown accustomed to very close by with plenty of 'friends' ready to buy that next drink. I really didn't wan...
This happened to me about 35 years ago, when I was around 20. The announcement came over the tannoy, all flights from London Heathrow were delayed. The fog was settling in. I reread the same newspaper page again and sighed. So close to leaving, I'd even made it to the departure gate for my trip to Paris. Across from my gate was another clutch of passengers...
Author's Note: This story is submitted as an entry in the 750-Word Story Event. Please keep that in mind if you wonder why the story isn't longer or more developed! * The old bullfighter sat in the chair at the table on the plaza outside the bar. He held a glass half full of gin. A young woman sat across the table from him. She was beautiful. "You could s...
When I woke up, to be fucking honest, I wasn't in a great mood. Georgia picked that up but didn't bother me much with asking what happened. She was a sensible woman and must've figured it out. Women tend to read men so easily and specially the one they care for. I didn't want to be doing what I was doing but it was like my mind had no control. All it would t...
It was the summer of '04. My aunt and uncle from Palm Springs had visited my family in Western Massachusetts for the first time in many years. I was eighteen and horny, craving women of all shapes and sizes. That's right—just about any female creature with tits and a vagina seemed to be fair game. Chitchatting in the kitchen on the evening in question were...