Fiction with adult themes. All characters are over 18. * A splitting headache greeted me as I awoke. The soft surface I was lying upon seemed to be moving beneath me, rolling from side to side with occasional pitches from front and rear. In my confused state I wondered if the feeling was related to the headache and the vague memory of being drugged. The r...
Preface: Six years ago almost to the day, I started writing a story, inspired by a writer named Quin on literotica. For a while now, I have had this idea, also inspired from one of Quin's stories. It is not exactly a "sequel", in that the story doesn't continue per se. But it is a different perspective. A bit Rashomon-ish, if I may be so bold. So here it is....
Bob was an eighteen-year-old young man. He lived in a run down bed-sit and had a variety of dull dead-end jobs. The excitement in his life was the evenings, and in particular, girls. Which, as he was reasonably handsome, he had some success with. The previous evening, he had picked up a dark haired, slim sexpot called Pippa. She was seventeen, and highly sex...
12: Crystal Returns I like to sing. I have a good voice, perhaps an inheritance from my Celtic ancestors. As I walked into the office one morning in March, I was singing the chorus to an old Irish folk song in a passable baritone: "Her eyes they shown like the diamonds, You'd think she was queen of the land. And her hair hung over her shoulders, Tied up w...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONAL with the exception of my wife and I and Jeff. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** My phone rang on Saturday morning while Janice was out getting her hair done. It was Jeff. After the baseball game session he had promised me that he...
My lips were still pleasantly tingling from the feeling of Len's cock sliding in between them just a few hours before. As I fell asleep, I gently licked them and thought I'd tasted some more of the viscous liquid that had me so excited. The next day, Wednesday, just three days before graduation, Len stopped me in the hall right after homeroom, under a banne...
Note to readers: The Chronicles of Bliss is a series of journal entries written by Kelly Kavanagh about her alter-ego, a self-proclaimed superslut named Bliss. It's highly recommended that the reader enjoy The Chronicles in order and from the beginning. In the first entry, The Origin of Bliss, Kelly explains how she got the nickname and why she uses it t...
I just kept staring at the panties that were just like the ones my wife had worn for me last Valentine's Day. They were in the hands of our neighbor Emily from across the street. She had found them when she caught her husband fucking a woman in their bedroom. She had only seen the woman from behind, but had just finished telling me what had happened in her h...
This is the sixth in a series of chapters of how my grandmother and her friend/ friends instructed me on the ways of PLEASURING older, oversexe, ladies. All people / charters in these stories are older than 18 and younger than 75. Any resemblance between real people and ones in these stories is just a coincidence. List of charters for this chapter; Grandmo...
If you have the time you can e-mail me and tell me what you thought. ****************************** A few days after our wedding, we were sitting on a plane heading for our honeymoon. We were on our way to a warm place, to which Sandra has wanted to go for a couple of years now, Jamaica. We both knew the main reason for Sandras wish to go there, all those...