Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: THIS IS A NOVEL 74. Where The Girls Go To Play Michael Free called Stephano to ask how...
This standalone story is the sequel to New Generations, https://www.literotica.com/beta/s/new-generations. * "July 15th," Sara repeated as if it should mean something, but it still meant nothing to me. "As of 20 minutes ago it's my 19th birthday. I'm old enough and we have Aunt Debs permission. I want you to teach me how to make love." 20 minutes after...
Morning glory. The first rays of the morning sun illuminated the bunk where we rested. We'd bought our motorhome in the spring, and we were now a few months into our tour of the Iberian Peninsula. Having worked for our stay at a number of diverse places; a hostel, a winery, an organic farm, we were taking a short break near Sevilla. We'd parked on the outs...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. CAUTION: This story depicts acts of kinky sex known as "water sports," involving a male consuming...
Note to reader: This is pure fiction. All names are made-up and any relation to persons living or dead is coincidental. ***** As she sat down in her car at the pub, Marylou hiked her skirt to her waist leaving her hands free to finger her slit. While driving from downtown Los Angeles to foothills of La Canada-Flintridge, she re-lived the sensation of putti...
Waking later that morning, I grabbed a quick shower before heading home. The sky was overcast but didn't appear to be threatening rain. The ride home was refreshing, cruising along with the flow of traffic. I wasn't in any hurry, knowing full Gary probably wouldn't be home. I hated being home alone. The house we shared was much too big for just two people bu...
**.** I was thirsty but there was no beer in the crappy one-bedroom apartment I was living in. Checking my wallet showed me I had twelve dollars left; just enough for two twelve packs of Dixie, the only beer I'll drink. Normally, I would have reminded myself that there was also no food in my apartment But since I wouldn't be picking up Rose and Iris, my tw...
I didn’t wake up till after 10:00am, not having bothered to set my alarm. I didn’t hurry getting ready to get to Carl’s production company. I took my time getting dressed and putting on my make-up. I was still having doubts about getting involved in the adult video business. I stopped for a cup of fresh coffee at the convenience store up the street from my a...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted October 2011 Another short story for you. There is almost no sex to speak of in this short one. Enjoy! Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Thanks to hkf999 for his patient editing * The judge was sitting sternly at his desk. Without looking at anybody, he simply read his ruling. Goi...
I know this is a rather long lead in to a story, but I hope you read it. It explains why I wrote the story. This is my first short story I have written and while I have several other story ideas bouncing around in my head, I don't know that I will write another. (it would have nothing to do with the type of feedback I get in making my decision) I have been...