Mike slowly awoke the next morning, Melody still cradled in his arms. Lightly brushing her gorgeous red hair, he kissed her forehead tenderly. Slowly, she began to stir, kissing his bare chest and cuddling as close to him as she was able to. "Sleep ok?" Mike asked. "Mmm hmm. I always do when your arms are around me," she lazily answered. Smiling, he dr...
Author's Note: This story was quite experimental in its development. I saw an old television program some time ago that took place almost entirely within a remote fire lookout tower, and I thought it might be an interesting setting for a story. I didn't know who the characters would be, what their relationship would be, what erotic situations they would fin...
Dear Shoeblossom I am a partner at Prescott & Briggs, and I suppose I should be looked up to, but most of the men employed under me, from junior brokers to mail clerks and elevator operators laugh at me behind my back. I have a "hotwife" as they say in BDSM and cuckold literature; and she demands that I find her attractive young men (loves, LOVES blacks an...
The High Lord Tr'skel did not permit the use of portals to enter his citadel, so the next morning Tel made the long ride to his uncle's massive fortress with me seated facing him on the saddle. I was wearing my most modest leather dress, the one with the mid-length skirt and open back, my bosom and arms completely covered, although the skirt was around my wa...
Dave and I had had a fantastic life together and were on the long run in to retirement, when our lives changed, twice, in ways we could never have dreamed. We were both in our mid-50s and had been married for over 30 years; with our 2 sons grown up, married and with their own children; our home all sorted just the way we wanted it, with a large and very pr...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
This story is a revision of a story I posted to Literotica several years ago. This story is a work of fiction and contains no references to any real persons or events. *** Tapping on the patio door caught my attention. I shouted for Rick to come in. I looked up at his footfalls and smiled at the teenager. The boy had a parcel in his arms. "It came, John....
Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "com...
Finding Picasso Ch. 09: A talented tongue gets it done —————————- AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the concluding chapter of "Finding Picasso." If you haven't been keeping up, no problem. Just search for one of the phrases below. They will take you straight to the good stuff: On our last night Violet is waiting ——————————- Perhaps because during the Cold War,...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. The scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take...