When we were living in San Francisco in the mid 1970s, my wife and I attended an encounter group for couples. It was a counter-cultural thing, part of the "human potential movement," and there were eccentric people of all ages (we were hippies, sort of) at the weekly sessions in the living room of an apartment. To our surprise, the leader of the group announ...
Ryan winced in pain. He inhaled deeply and glanced at the alarm clock. Its bright red numbers indicated 1:17. He reached for the lamp. Its piercing light hurt his eyes, but allowed Ryan to find the last yellow pill on the bedside table and quickly swallow it. The mere act of swallowing started to relieve his pain and he pulled himself out of bed and moved aw...
Avant propos: This story is the third part of a series, and while you no doubt would enjoy the first tales you can read and appreciated this one in itself. ***** Elliot's Wife As I think I mentioned in the first part of this tale, I met Diane Barr, wife of our editor, Elliot Barr, at the publisher's extravagant Christmas party, and immediately began tryin...
The anniversary of our first meeting was fast approaching and several times we had come close to intercourse. Two guys thinking with their cocks isn't a great recipe for clear reasoning, or for delaying gratification. We wanted the first time to be special and I had a fear that he, or I, would lose interest once the deed had been done. Our anniversary came...
Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, travelled quickly through the lush forest. She was in a hurry. For you see, she was on an important errand. The village elders of a clan of local elves had sent her to retrieve a potent magical herb called Ghostbloom. It was to be used in a ritual that would free a friend of hers from a terrible curse. She ha...
Note: The title is shared by a wonderful piece of classical music by Frederic Delius. If you can acquire a recording, you will find this story mirrors the music, and with a little luck, when the music stops, the tale will be near the end. This story is dedicated to the exquisite Honey123, her contributions to Literotica are priceless, and I will always cove...
At the end of the month everything changed, my house sitting job came to an end, and Paolo went back home. I moved into Marc's villa since he needed my help on a major show which would open in three weeks. It looked like about half of the show would be pictures of me and drawings of my pussy, and he kept thinking of new photos and drawings he wanted to add....
Another stolen moment for them; that's all there ever was. Stolen moments. As brief as their encounters were, they always packed a punch for the both of them. If her parents only knew what they were doing, she would be grounded for life! Here she was 18 and sneaking out to be with a boy that lives on her block. The only safe place for them to meet was in the...
As I stepped out of the shower, I heard a knock on the apartment door. I slipped on a pair of jeans and keep towel-drying my hair as I headed to the door. My roommate was away for the weekend, so I wasn’t worried about running into him as I walked through the living room half-naked. I draped the towel over my shoulders and looked through the peephole. Outsi...
Sorry, a few of these early stories have been added elsewhere. Ch #2 Story #1 TITTIES AND SAND. Story #2 BOOB BOUNCIN BARBARA Story #3 Men sunbath too Story #4 The little trails ------ #1 TITTIES AND SAND I've already mentioned seeing lots of titties while climbing up and down the sand dunes. This was especially convenient for exhibitionists like Dol...