(Hi. I'm the Old Man. I've written several stories and posted them here before. Some of them are my fantasies and some are more truth than fantasy. The one thing they had in common was that they were all mine. This one is different. I was working in the yard a few days ago when a young friend, I'll call him Steve, stopped by with an ice-cold six-pack. Nothin...
It was six in the morning, a Tuesday in October. Elizabeth was in Phoenix, Arizona but it could have been anywhere. There was no hint of searing desert heat, no warm glow of sunshine here. Only pale early morning light was coming through the curtains. The room was like many others she'd been in, in cities all over the world. A single bed she'd sleep in once,...
Regrettably, many moons have passed since Literotica published the last chapter in this saga. To those kind e-mailers, I have not stopped writing but have been on somewhat of a sabbatical. For those readers who have never read anything of mine, please acquaint yourself with earlier chapters so that you will understand the lustful personality of Lord Anthony...
Friday night again and nothing to do. Almost a week had passed since my two encounters with Leah and Kelly, and I had neither heard nor seen a peep out of them since I left Kelly lying there wanting more last Saturday night. Shit, what was I thinking. Here I had a good thing going, and fucked up by not only sleeping with both of them, but leaving Kelly high...
The local dish was that he ran a Home for Wayward Youth- sending them wayward, that is. I was sandwiched in age between his two sons, who echoed to varying degrees his devil may care good looks, but neither could channel James Dean quite so well as Daniel. As an exchange student, it was his older son that I met first. He'd seen my confusion in the taxi queu...
Theresa adds the finishing touch to her makeup by applying the ruby lipstick to her full soft lips. She blots it with a tissue and takes a last look in the mirror. Her white satin blouse hugs her full breasts, the buttons opened showing a great amount of cleavage with just a peek of her white lace push up bra. Her black skirt is short enough to show her fant...
Cassie Stevens was disgusted with herself. She hated what she had become. First she had cheated on her husband. Then she was blackmailed into cheating a second time – by her son Mark's best friend no less. But worst of all, deep down she knew that she was beginning to enjoy the affair with her new young lover. She was truly starting to take great pleasure i...
As Faith lay basking in the orgasmic afterglow, she thought, 'This is one of those rare moments when reality exceeds your fantasy.' Turning onto her side and propping her head on her hand, She met the eyes of her grinning lover. 'Was it only yesterday I was thinking how nice it would be just to spend time flirting with him?' An old Rolling Stone's tune popp...
1 When my best friend Eileen told me about her financial problems that day at the Senior Center I barely gave it a second thought before offering her a room. After all Don, my late husband, had left me very comfortably fixed; I was the solitary dried up old bean rattling around in that three thousand square foot house so why not make it two old beans? "Oh...
My farm house was the first structure to come up in this gated community in the foothills. Many sites had been sold but construction had not yet started. I visited daily to supervise the construction of my home. Work carried on 6 days a week. On Sundays there was no work and the complete site was practically deserted. Many people visited the plots they had...