This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or institutions is coincidence. * CHAPTER ONE Nineteen fifty seven was not a particularly notable year for the world, or for the inhabitants of the United Kingdom. Of course there were quite a few people who would look back and say. "That was a good year, a very good year." But for man...
Chapter I "Well at least it's better than that place in Innsbruck," Grace said matter-of-factly as she peered into one of the bare cupboards. "That place was absolutely awful." Sandy sniffed the stuffy room as the cupboard swung open and was grateful when Grace closed it again; it was musty and stunk. "Yeah, OK, we had to share a bed, but that wasn't too b...
This is a story about a sperm fetish. If the thought of that is distasteful or repugnant to you, you really should avoid this story. It was inspired by a suggestion of a Literotica reader, who wishes to remain anonymous. I should also note that there is also a bit of a first time theme to this story, at least in the first half. All of the characters are at l...
Author's Notes: Intro: To get the most out of this story, I recommend that you read the first chapter, which can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-contestants-ch-01 Although Anna is in the focus of the conflict, she will be made aware of that she once unleashed the fury and is responsible for the escalation of it. Until now, she has been bli...
CHAPTER 1 Hard-faced commissioning editor Ruby Street looked at one of the publishing company's premier writers of soft romances that were laced with mild naughtiness. She smiled bleakly, thinking the success of this attempt to wrench Paris McCoy out of her comfortable rut to hit the bookshelves with a sexy sizzler were about as good as finding a hundred bu...
I'd come to town for a second cousin's wedding. The event had been much what one would expect of a country wedding; there was a church, a priest pontificating about the sanctity of marriage, and a lot of free beer. There was fuck all accommodation nearby, so my friend Ryan and I had agreed to split a twin share room in a local motel. He was living and work...
Chapter 1 The setting sun painted the surrounding hilltops a washed-out orange as the echo of three sudden gunshots penetrated the gloom to the valley floor. Standing outside of the farmhouse, freckle-faced and buxom Flossie (Florence) MacFie, conspicuous with masses of fading red-hair, made four unsuccessful sweeps through binoculars of the rugged foothi...
For Paige Prelude I sat in the chair at the kitchen table looking at the arrangement of Calla lillies I had gone to pick up from the florist only a few hours ago. Their beauty mocked the feelings that were dwelling inside what soul I had left. She had texted it. That was how my marriage had ended. With a text. Four words: We need 2 talk. Are you fucking ki...
Bus stop tale. Authors note. All characters are of legal age. * I know this sounds like the start of a bad joke from the 1970's but I met a girl at a bus stop. We chatted as we waited for the bus to arrive and sat next to each other on the bus. She was gorgeous, long red hair, pale skin, a stunning figure and within moments I had fallen head over he...
Yikes!! Randi wants "magic" and "mystery" and I'm anything but magical and mysterious. So, I turned to my buddy Rick, at rkv330, who feeds me great ideas. I thought he'd lost his mind when he floated this one. But the man knows mystery. Of course, I also want to thank Randi, for her super editing, her vision and leadership - and, most of all for her friendsh...