The following week, Mitchell had lunch with his good friend Stuart. "So how's the old love life?" Stuart asked, being to the point as usual. "Okay, I guess. I actually had a date last week." "No kidding. Great. How'd it go?" "The date was terrific, but I don't think it's going anyplace, certainly not where she wants to go." "Who was it?" "A cute little...
Author's note: I began writing this story for the Literotica 'In a Sunburned Country' Australian-themed Story Event in 2018. Consequently, I deliberately included a number of Australian cultural references and issues. However, for a whole bunch of reasons I felt I couldn't give the tale the justice I felt it deserved and so I put it aside to write other thin...
Scott trudged along the beach while waving his metal detector from side to side. His afternoon walks had yielded little in treasures over the past months, but helped to center him when he felt lost or depressed. His fiance', Denise, had left him for his boss at the firm when Scott had been passed over for a promotion. It wouldn't have been so bad if his boss...
Chapter 4: The Wine Cellar Chris hadn't heard from nor seen her neighbor and furtive lover David all week long. It had occurred to her from time to time to ring him on the phone, making up some excuse or other to make contact. But, it wasn't quite in her to be so forward about this thing. So, she had waited in vain for him to call. She knew that if he had c...
My wife Heather and I live very busy lives. My name is Roger, and I am a malpractice attorney ten years her senior Heather is an MD in her early 30's just started in her first private practice. We met when I represented her boss, and after dating for a year we tied the knot. Our sex life was not very active, as our hectic professional lives took precedence,...
The army has always been my life. I joined the ranks as a teenager and have worked my way up to a good position as a Non Commissioned Officer. I've travelled the world and seen some action, got married twice and am still with my second wife, Linda. I've done my years now and have retired, but before they kicked me out, they gave me one last posting. The ca...
NOTE - I am NOT a professional writer so I would appreciate a little kindness and understanding for grammatical errors one might find in my story. I tried to catch all of my spelling errors but I may have missed some. This story is a 100% true story and if you choose not to believe it, that's your business. This story is not meant to put anyone down or say...
So, what can I say? This only happens in stories and dreams? Apparently not, ‘cause it happened to me AND I got caught. My across-the-street neighbor is a college student named Jeelie (it’s really Jeanette, but her brother couldn’t say it when she was born, so she became “Jeelie”) and she and her brother had rented the first floor apartment in the old house...
ONE Just before three and yawning, Paul Stilton dropped into the corner restaurant nor far from his office for late lunch. The place was empty, apart from four bored waitresses. Three grabbed menus. The heavy-shoulder Italian-looking 40-year-old powered through the other two like a military tank to reach Paul's table no longer challenged. As the tip-seeki...
The first thing you should know is that my English isn't that good. It's much better now, after a long arduous period of reading the same old "English for Dummies" book I found in one of the rooms inside a waste basket but, back then, I could barely make myself understood when I was forced to actually speak with the tourists and couldn't just nod my way thro...