Chapter 1 – There Shadows Meet It seems like only yesterday that fear and old taboos used to rule most of my 40 some odd years of life, then like shadows dancing in that unreal time between dusk and dawn they disappeared, as all shadows must when the sun's rays slowly kiss dawns golden lips. No I'm not crazy at least I hope I'm not, nor am I perverted, ki...
AUTHORS NOTE: My apologies to all the wonderfully depraved male and female readers who have waited patiently for this next installment of THE ORAL BANK TELLER.. Your email comments have been greatly appreciated. I am humbled... and determined to continue my efforts on behalf of masturbators everywhere. As always, you may rest assured that these events did,...
Edited by CopperSkink November-18-2009 Please send me feedback, I would love to know what you think of the story. DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, livin...
The night passed by, and Veronica and I spent more time around each other. We learned a lot about each other, after our previous night together we made a very delicious brew of coffee, which is how I found out about her love of morning coffee and a single cigarette. I've never smoked, but seeing her with one in hand while drinking coffee felt very right. I o...
This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. - - - Warrior's Choice - - - Becoming Connor I had just finished my annual physical with Doctor Carver. Doctor Carver was very, very pretty. She h...
If you read it to the end, reward it with however many stars. Comments, good or bad, are welcome too. ***** It was just a bit of horse-play. Nothing more. I did not even think before I did it. We were playing beach tennis, not on the sand, but in the sea, thigh deep, more to cool down and ease the boredom of lying in the sun. It was one of the Spanish res...
Thanks again to Iriad Alianath, who gave me excellent suggestions (many of which have been incorporated into the chapters which follow). ***** - "You're not really from Pylos at all - are you?" said Countess Kanitz. I hesitated just a split-second too long. She had me - and she knew it. Talley'd been wrong: I wasn't a very good liar, after all. There...
©Nora Quick 2013 Chapter Seven As I soaked, Andre washed me, drained the tub, and rinsed me off. I had to lean on him to rise but he helped me dress. It wasn't until I was in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt I thought to ask why I was dressed. "We have something to show you. The night is still young." He was relaxed yet anxious, and his slight French accen...
So I rescued the hard drive from my jizz-soaked laptop, and bought a new computer to put it in. For a few weeks I was a good boy; I stayed away from Literotica, away from my saucy stories and Libby's saucy pictures, taking the time to write a new novel and fire it off to my editor. A man's gotta eat, after all. With that task out of the way, I couldn't stop...
This is the tale of how our baby daughter chose to cope with her divorce and the ramifications her poor decisions had on those around her. When I say baby, I mean first-born. Her name is Jennifer, Jenny if you know her well. Jen if you're married to her. She's 31, five-foot seven, about 135 pounds if I had to guess, with a nice lanky frame. She has dark brow...