Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...
Ron and Charlene spent as much of the evening together as they could. Charlene, acting as co-hostess, was busy trying to keep everyone happy as well as keeping their glasses filled. When the chance arose, the two would find someplace quiet to talk. Charlene was quite taken by Ron's gentlemanly charm and overwhelming handsome good looks. Ron Coulter, Rachael...
The next day after having sex in the hot tub, I wasn't sure what to expect. Tara was picked up for school like nothing had happened. I was expecting some kind of communication one way or another about the events of the previous night, but none came. I was really confused about my own feelings and was having a hard time figuring out how Felicia felt. Did I pu...
Part 7: New Beginnings The following is a continuing work of fiction, any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely unintentional. * Waking to the light of day Jennifer found that she and Bill were in bed together, and Monica wasn't there. Jennifer's morning fog let her know that Monica wasn't there, but not what was...
I was startled awake by the feeling of something pouncing on my bed. Cracking open my eyes as I groggily came around, I saw Stacey bouncing up and down like a little girl trying to wake her parents on Christmas morning. "Daaaaaan, it's time to wake uuuuuuuup!" she whispered in my ear. Smiling mischievously, she straddled my legs and flipped up the covers. P...
Lying next to Trey, Megan’s left hand gradually lost its grip. A young deputy sheriff draped a small blanket over her nearly naked body before picking her up. The shotgun slipped from her hand, dropping into the mud. “Jack Sutter’s ranch.” Megan mumbled. “The horses…” “What Miss?” The deputy asked, leaning over her face. Megan was lulled into near unconsc...
Literotica edition © 2013 Guy Bailey Rosalinda dragged her fingers down her face as she peered closely into the mirror. She pulled the loose skin taut, stretching the wrinkles and remembering how she looked when she was younger. Age was a constant battle. It had crept up on her lately. She looked all of eighty years old. Her hair was thin and silver in colo...
Officer Flannigan was making his rounds in the park when he came upon me. I sat upon a park bench nearly catatonic as the sun was trying to peek above the horizon. The late November morning had a foreboding chill. The maples, oaks, and the few elms that survived the Dutch elm disease were long barren. Their leaves danced in the in the icy wind that swirled a...
Although Sam's coming into our lives was accompanied by lightning and thunder, we never could have imagined the impact of his arrival. I guess I still can't. I'm seventy-two years old now. I was seventy when the story began. My wife, Corrine, was sixty-eight. We have two boys and a girl, all born and raised in this small Midwestern town. They've moved away...
Prologue In the essence of all things casual, Thomas avoided Jan like the plague. Theirs was not a kiss and tell relationship. Theirs wasn't a relationship at all. There was no such nonsense as holding hands or spending hours gazing into each other's eyes. There was sex. Dark moments of craving and indulgence, a temporary, no consequences union of bodies be...