Sunday night football. Who cares? My husband Mike, that's who. He was settling into the living room couch to watch a game but I was too tired to stay. "I'm going to bed," I said. "I have work tomorrow as, by the way, do you." "Yeah," he said. "I'm only going to watch an hour or so." I dragged myself up the stairs toward the master bedroom, pausing to say...
Editor's Note: story contains Gay Male content. Context - My dad shamed me on a regular basis when I was growing up. I would spend a lot of time in front of the mirror while I was doing my hair, pretending to talk to a girl that I was crushing on, or blatantly singing along with an *NSYNC or Backstreet Boys song. He would tell me right to my face that I w...
She slowly slid her bare foot up his pants leg under the table. She drew her shoulders back making her breasts appear larger. She tilted her head coyly and lowered her eyelids to halfmast. "Mr. Devereaux. If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to seduce me." She leaned closer and lowered her voice to a husky whisper. Her hand moved up along his i...
The Man's shoes squeaked against worn, waxy floorboards as he stepped into the church hall. A low hum of commotion greeted him, excited calls and dull chatter melting together as chairs and tables scraped at the floor. Sighing inwardly, the Man slipped down into the room. He passed as quietly as he could between endless rows of tables, each one surrounded...
The deep blackness of the night was very eerie with the rolling fog coming in off the lake behind her house. Aurora fumbled hurriedly with the keys in her hand to open the back door, suddenly she gasped and turned, looking over her shoulder quickly before finally entering her home. She slammed the door shut while quickly re-locking it. She shook not knowing...
Stephen Jerome Lucien, affectionately known as J.L. to his friends is, by all considerations, a good brother. Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents, he's a church-going and hard-working lad, who's sometimes a bit too good for his own good. And that is the source of much pain and frustration in this promising young man's life......
TheEarl and ShockChick (aka Tatelou) combine to bring you this delightful bit of PWP collaboration. Plot? What Plot? If you're looking for something with a bit more plot, then TheEarl's stories are here (http://english.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=100231&page=submissions) and Tatelou's stories are here (http://english.literotica.com/stories/mem...
"Are you okay with nudity?" He asked her bluntly while his eyes lowered to her ample chest. "Yes as long as its done tastefully." A response she had given numerous times before due to her voluptuous figure. Blonde beautiful statuesque and with curves and cleavage. She knew the effect she had on her male colleagues. Kelli was a vision and was type cast as s...
Without a doubt, this chapter is probably the darkest piece I have ever written, in both theme and what transpires. It may be rough to those of you used to some of my other works but just bear with it...the ride will be worth it. Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not...
Author's Note:This is a sequel to "A Week On The Lake" and "Snowed In." A few of the characters in this story appear in the "Lucky Cable Guy" stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, "so if that doesn't seem like your particular brand of vodka, help your...