Hello! I wrote this journal a couple years ago. When I wrote it, I never gave a thought of publishing it one day. I hadn't touched it in over a year when I found it while unpacking after a move. It brought back many fond memories while I read it. I finally gave it to Adam to read and he said I just had to send it in to 'Literotica'. I've also let a couple...
The Salt Lake City anniversary trip had been over for a little over a week. The first several days home we would talk about how a certain guy on the trip had fucked her or how much the guy came inside her. We didn't think we could make a good guess about how much cum she had taken. Mainly we talked about it a lot from both my viewpoint and the way Judith...
To those of you who commented about the length of my story. I am new to this, and I apologize for the epic that it was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away. I have gone through and removed a lot that I thought was irrelevant. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers t...
I must have run the 'Hooch' road a dozen times and never noticed it off to my right. It was a small white farmhouse just to the Tennessee side of the old route that ran through the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. The road had several sections including the Old Cataloochee Turnpike but in the younger years of my grandfather it was all just the 'Hooch Ro...
An older couple go on a protracted road trip in northern Arizona, stopping here and there to see the sights and enjoy each other. Just slow, quiet sex and gentle love. It's best if you read the first two stories- Time and Time Again and Time and Time Again, Road Trip. This is pretty much how us "old folks" get along. * In spring, after it warmed up a bit,...
It was a beautiful fall Saturday morning and Sam was out doing what he normally did on the nicer weekend days while he was at college. Well, he was doing what he did if he wasn't at his normal job. He was making his way from place to place, first on Frat row, then touring the local student bars. Hell, no, he wasn't drinking. It was nine in the morning. He wa...
Note: This story is an Indianized adaptation of the literotica story 'Kate's Old Man' by Steve English. I have changed the basic details, and the end is significantly different. Full credit to Steve for writing a lovely story that inspired this humble attempt. ***** "Another drink, Urvi darling?" I asked, stroking my wife's half exposed thigh under her ple...
The Old Fisherman was pooped. It had been a steamy day out on Denny's boat; not a breath of wind, and the sea still and thick as day-old gumbo. He hadn't been expecting the work. Had been ready for a day on the lanai with a cold Coors or three and the occasional dip in the cool pool. Sadie might make him a ham and swiss on a bulky with lots of mayo. Get in...
My own mother never minded telling me what an asshole I am. She always said I was an inconsiderate little bastard that cared for myself more than I could ever care about someone else "Just like his father." Mother told anyone that would listen. Fine with me. Dad and my mother had seven children and I was the fucked up one in the middle. Three older, three y...
HANK & HELEN .... DENNY & DOLLIE Game 15 Lookin into a Mirror I've heard that somewhere we all have a twin. Helen looked more like Dollie than I looked like Hank. But this is not about physical looks. Read this and decide for yourself. Keep in mind I was 44 or 45 and Dollie 42 or 43. I believe both Helen and Hank were 42 when we met. We were different. We...