"Peter, come on Peter. I just don't have time for another fund-raiser. I have work to do this week." "Alicia, this one is important. He can contribute big bucks to my campaign and, besides, I think you'll really like him. He's not one of those stuffy old money millionaires." "OK, when and where?" she said, resigned to the duties of a candidate's wife....
Brian was 30, stuck in a job he didn't much care for, but also didn't make him unhappy. He'd never had a lot of confidence, in himself or around women, and he didn't look forward to meeting lots of people or even being close to the centre of attention. For this reason he was more nervous than excited for his brother's upcoming wedding, where he would be a gr...
Greetings: The story I am about to share did actually occur between Beth and I. My memories are so fond. I want to say that Beth and I talk several times a year, still, on the phone. She has moved on, and so have I. We had been together, on the Internet, for 3 or 4 months. She was very becoming; I was hopeful. She was 38, I was 48. She was divorced for 2 o...
I am 'mature' and have had a great life in large part because of the sexual experiences I have had and shared. I am still sexually active, of course, and hope to be until the day I die, but I now have a desire to write down many of those wonderful experiences I have had over the years. They are all true - erotic stories need to be believable (in my view) to...
This is the sixth tale about a fictional weekend of sexual adventure starring Donna. Watching Donna Play (my first Literotica submission) was followed by Donna Plays in the Shower; Donna Michelle and Me; Donna Plays the Next Day and Watching Donna in the Sauna. The event take place in order, but each is written as a stand-alone story. If you wish, read this...
No man had ever done that to her. She had lived for more than half a century, and for more than half that time, she had been married to a man who never touched her feet. She moaned. She couldn't help it. His hands were big, and warm, and they kneaded her aching feet, pressing and rubbing and squeezing, sliding his fingers slowly, achingly between her toe...
Richard had spent the summer after high school with his grandparents in England. They were getting on in years and needed help on their country property. His parents brought him over with them by plane and they all had an enjoyable two weeks for his father's holidays from work. They flew home and had booked Richard a steerage passage home to Montreal from Li...
"How do you know what's a good steak?" asked a youthfully feminine voice as I browsed the meat selection at the Kaneohe Marine Corps Base commissary. Looking up, I saw a Eurasian girl who was looking intently at me and the meats cuts before us. With her light brown hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, she was cute in an understated tom-boyish sort of way....
This story does not fall neatly into any one category: Mature is a placeholder and relates to the fact two of my three characters are in their early fifties. The third person in the story is fifteen years younger. As is usual for me, the characters took over telling their own story after I launched it starting from a phrase that rang through my mind, "Ah, h...
(all characters are at least 18 years old) I was startled awake when I heard someone yell, "Mom!" I looked up and there, standing in the doorway, was Cathy. "Mom, what are you two doing?" Cathy asked. "Well Cathy, I guess it's pretty obvious. This wasn't anything we planned but it was something we both enjoyed tremendously. Cathy, come in here and close th...