This is a story about the exotic Shannon Stewart, the June 2000 playmate. Millions of men have been haunted by her mysterious eyes and captured by her voluptuous body. Thousands have tried mightily to bed this beauty; and some even have had the heavenly delights of her flesh. But only a very few know that the haunting sex goddess is also haunted. The night...
Introduction: "Mid-life crisis" are real...Some men will get a new car and others a mistress. I have done neither but my mind is on overdrive and there are no topics that seem to be off limits. My fantasies combine real life factoids and my imagination on steroids. Hope you enjoy my initial Literotica effort. Comments are welcome. Chapter 1 involves a wom...
Kyle had belonged to a singles web site for months, but still couldn't find a relationship. Sometimes he'd send a message and get no response. Other times he would exchange a few messages with a woman before realizing that they were incompatible. Once in a rare while, he set up a casual date. There never had been any second dates though. After meeting and...
Happy holidays to all. This story is my seasonal gift to the many fans of S.T.A.L.K. and those of Clive & Nova in particular. It is the third in a series and continues the relationships and situations introduced in AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN PRAGUE and AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN LOS ANGELES. To fully appreciate the nuances of NEW ORLEANS readers may want to check ou...
This story I wrote after I had begun dating a very horney and imaginative 40 year old (I was 27 at the time), who loved porn and erotica. Sounds like a perfect fit, huh? Not really, since her husband was, unbeknownst to me, a very rich and powerful political boss. Ending this sex only relationship was a bit like quitting heroin. For you see, Barb was a bit...
Val and I look at each other with a knowing look. It didn't occur to me until I saw the giftcard prize we had won, ostensibly for having sex on the floor in front of many Mardi Gras participants. The gift card was from a New Orleans casino, and I realized I had used valet parking there on my last visit before I was able to use the assigned parking for my ren...
Author's Note: Sorry this one has been a little late in coming, but writer's block has struck again and I haven't been able to get my mind to agree with Dani or Bull about anything they suggest...I did however put them up on their own pages on Facebook: They said they were getting bored just sitting around in my head all the time, so there they are. The o...
After the adventures in New Orleans, our intrepid couple reverses direction and heads to Orlando, Florida. OK, not exactly on the Gulf Coast but how can you go to Florida and not visit Disney World and Universal Studios. After all, Jim and Shelley are kids at heart, but always manage to have some adult fun along the way. And once again they meet some interes...
Wandering the streets of New Orleans, I guess they are called rues here, I am as depressed as the hurricane beaten neighborhood through which I stroll. The ornate sarcophaguses are further reminiscent of my meaningless life. Born in an up and coming neighborhood, I abandoned the cultural expectations to strive for power and greed by embarking on a spiritual...
"Only one rule for you." I said to the valet. He looked at me quizzically, with tired eyes. Well, it was almost midnight. "Huh?" he mumbled. "No touching." I said. "Ummmm, okay." he said. So, here we are in New Orleans, July 13, and ready to roll onto our next adventure. I only promised my wife none of our rules would be violated. The ultimate destinati...