This story is not to be reproduced, copied, or posted on any other site than Literotica without the permission of the author. I can be reached at the CONTACT tab on my profile. On another note I am resubmitting theses 2 chapters after somewhat of a revamp and a polishing job thanks to my new editor. I'm already working on chapters 3&4 and hope to have t...
Myth: Secretly, women all really want an enormously endowed man and only pretend not to so as not to hurt men’s feelings. Men, how many times have you heard women say that it doesn’t matter--and how many of other times have you heard comedians make jokes about what a lie this is? Which do you believe, or do you not know what to think anymore? Women, surel...
Mitzi and I had been married several years and she has always been an exhibitionistic freak, to put it mildly! She had a thick, hard, muscular hot body and stands just under 5' tall. Her breasts are OMG firm at 36C. She knows it and she wants everybody to see all of it and all of it in ACTION! I hope I have time to write many more of our "short stories". The...
There are rumors that have been passed down through the generations regarding a local cemetery in Lucas Ohio, Mt. Olive cemetery, and it is said to have been the site of a hanging in the late eighteen hundreds. The victim, a supposed witch, known by most locals as Mary Jane, or Bloody Mary, was actually Mary Jane Hendrickson, a spinster who had lived her ent...
I was just looking over the rim of my pint glass, the boys chattering away, laughing and joking, easing themselves from work mode into a relaxed leisurely drinking mode, when I saw her. Her tight black curls bounced as she took of her cap, her laughing mingling with her friends as they all came in the NAAFI door, not bawdiy but certainly they were loud enou...
Of Storms A young man and older woman sat across from each other in a lit only by the light that shone through the room's one window. The drapes that hung over the one window in the small round room were tattered throughout and shredded at the ends. Despite the numerous tears and holes in the thick drapes, the drapes billowed with each random gust that blew...
I sat there, leaning against the bar to steady myself. Tears ran down my cheeks. I had finally gotten the call. The call that I had been waiting for. I was finally able to move far away from here. To be where I wanted to be. But the cost would be great. For five weeks I had been waiting to hear that I could go, knowing that the time would come. The day my bo...
Chapter 20. Paula and Paul She had come to my campsite from hers to thank me for helping her son that morning. "He seems to be a good kid," I said. "Yes, he is, mostly. He is not nearly as helpless with his broken leg as he led you to believe. He had ulterior motives." I nodded but let her statement pass without comment. She understood that I knew what h...
This was to be my first contribution to the Sunburnt Country Story Contest, but the typo goblins struck and missed the deadline for the event, oops? Anyway, I'm from the land down under and thought I would throw together a story, based on a recent trip I made out West to north of Mt Isa. This is purely a work of fiction based on some of the country and peop...
Note: Much of the dialogue was actually in French but obviously I have written it in English. * I had only been back home a few weeks and already I needed a holiday! I looked on the web and found a nice Chambre d'hote in Provence about 30 minutes from Avignon. I have never used the Euro star before, so decided to go the leisurely way through the channel tu...