I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it, I did. More than I thought I would. I'm not going to say I was hurt by it, far from it. It was partly my doing. What I will say is that it's done now, shit happens, I moved on. Yes, I'm talking about infidelity. I'm talking about seeing my wife fuck another man. I'm talking about watching as someone else takes her pla...
Doggy-Style in the Pussy Cat (or Lick, Pussy! Lick! Lick!) No one ever believes my story. But, hey! Who cares? I'm content to enjoy the memory myself. 'Twas my third year in Phi Beta Kappa, the days when Big Daddy ruled the House. Big Daddy? He really doesn't need any description. It's suffice to say that he lived to perfect the fraternity stereotype. H...
What am I going to do with myself? That's what I wondered as I sat inside the food court of the Saint Laurent Mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Of all the sexy ladies of all hues walking by, why is it that only SHE arouses me? I don't frigging know. All I know is that what I'm feeling isn't normal. And I consider myself a pretty normal guy. My name is Art...
Wearing only her bra and skimpy panties she watches from her upstairs bedroom window as her grandmother struggles unloading her groceries from the back of her car. Grandma opens the hatch and tries to gather all the plastic bags by looping her fingers through the flimsy handles of the bags. Something slips and two cans roll out of the bags onto the driveway....
Dedicated to Cat I had been reading the stories from Literotica for a few weeks, since a girl I chat too online had referred me to it, knowing I shared her taste for everything erotic. I read the stories and began to investigate the site. What a little goldmine of thoughts and images, links and connections to take me into the mental world of the pleasures...
* * * * * (This story is read by Bamagirl (Deb), Thanks Deb) Click Here to listen to Bamagirl read the story. (20 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * They run through the cornfields darting and sprinting. Dodging each other's grabs and playful slaps. Sue Ann, "Squealed," as Luke grazed her arm with a diving gras...
Rogue woke up the next morning with her mouth open and slobber running down her chin. She had stayed up late last night with Lily and couldn't remember when she had gone home. She sat up from her awkward angle on the couch, rubbing her painful neck which she was gingerly twisting about. A flushing toilet could be heard in the distance causing her eyes to wid...
Sep 15, 1950 The Deep South. Only fire will cleanse this evil from this house! It festers in every nook and cranny! The old black woman looked like evil that had taken a poor misshapen form. Her skin looked burned with some of the flesh fallen away. A fire sprang out of nowhere and roared all around her. It ran up the walls and along the ceiling burning and...
My family came from Westfordshire City. When I was a boy, saying that was a good way to get accused of trolling for sympathy. The post-industrial, postwar economy had been particularly unkind to the city nestled between the hills, and for a few decades its once-beautiful downtown was a wasteland of empty storefronts and abandoned buildings. Nowadays, of c...
Kenny Shea loved his grandmother dearly, which is why he often rode his bike across town to do chores and things the widowed senior citizen could no longer handle easily. That was how he ended up painting her garage during the recess between semesters at college, and while it wasn't really something Kenny was particularly good at or enjoyed doing, he did it...