This story is completely factual. Since it happened over 3 decades ago, some of the details are a little hazy, but the overall "thing" itself is still crystal clear in recollection. November, 1980. I was 22 years old, living in an apartment with a couple buddies in my hometown. I would be moving to Texas in 4 months, but didn't know it at the time. What I...
Mary had had enough, Jay and Dan watched football together on Monday night, Thursday night, and twice on Sunday. She was tired of being ignored. She had tried watching with them but neither one took the time to explain anything and it was all so complicated. For two years now, she had put up with it from her husband and his brother. Now she was going to do...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you've read the other things I wrote, I just wanted to warn you that this is going to be completely different. I'm experimenting with a different style and a different focus—the erotic experience of desire. If you're looking for a quickie, it's not going to happen in this story; this one is about the slow burn of wanting someone you can't h...
A regular Monday night during the fall was always spent at my home with about four or five on my friends. My wife of nine years was so nice about Mondays, never complaining and always making sure the fridge was stocked and a good spread of food was prepared. Now my wife, Sherry, didn't need to put up with us. She is a pretty 5' 7" 135 lbs. blonde which any g...
The football season in Mississippi was quickly slipping by; most of the schools had completed seven games and had only three games remaining for the playoffs. Of course Stephen D. Lee High School's team had given up all hope of the playoffs by the fourth week of the season, the big question now was will the team win another game. Starkville was another road...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about an 18/yo boy struggling with the gifts that he possesses, a...
"What did you need from the kitchen, babe?" I check the date on the carton of milk while I wait for the reply. "Damn, this stuff is expired! I guess I need to stop by the store after work tomorrow." "Get me a cold one, Angel." "OK, be there in a sec." Handing you the beer, I sit across from you. I'm trying to be good. Really. I know how much you have rid...
This story is based upon a photo series, "The Bet", by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who recently signed up on Literotica under user name BramleyAppleTheForbiddenFruit. I write this with the permission of both he and the model featured in "The Bet", and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don't...
I knew it was time to end this whole thing and get out of the master control booth before anyone arrived to shut me down. If I hurried I could switch off the "live assist" mode and put the system back into the fully automated broadcast mode. Our local television audience had seen enough for one night. As soon as I had the system up and running normally I cou...
Chapter 21 What About Bledsoe? When Shane got home from work one Monday several weeks later, she found that a package delivery company had left three boxes on the back porch, all for Carmen. She took the cartons inside and put them on the kitchen table. One box was round and looked like a hat box; Shane looked on the label and saw that it had come from a we...