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A House of Men Ch. 03

by kassandral on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

My alarm is a grating disturbance the next morning. I hadn’t come home until well after midnight the night before, so now I am running solely on four hours of sleep. I guess it’s the price of running off angrily due to a build-up of stress. I run to the bathroom, and who should I find in my shower but Mark, the horny little poker player. “Mark, what the hel...

Surf & Turf

by WillowPuss on Sep 12, 2017
Non-Erotic

Why, Oh why didn't I stick to my original plan? Let me start at the beginning ... I do my big weekly shop on a Saturday morning. In fact - I shop, not only for me, but for both mine and Ron's fathers ... so it is quite an art - each of us pushing a trolley around the supermarket, armed with a list each, then meeting up half way round to compare lists etc....

Learning About My Husband Ch. 01

by tn_maggie on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

My husband taught himself to deep fry turkey. Now, if you live down south you know this is no big deal. However, if you live elsewhere you may be disgusted. Mostly, though, you should be licking your lips 'cuz it is really great! I was bragging on him at our local stitch-n-bitch, you know that gathering of girls where we sit around knitting and talking. Ari...

Montana "Hot Tub"

by dharma_bum on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It stands. A bit of a tribute I suppose. An old "Claw-Foot" tub. Alone. In a High Mountain Meadow. It's character reflecting past memories. Of Painted Ladies shedding their Gingham to relax their cares away. Of trail weary Cowboys, resting sore sinew and soaking muscle fatigue into submission. Of Children, in Sunday squeels of delight, in anticipation of the...

Shelter from the Storm

by jfremont on Sep 26, 2017
Romance

The wipers swished back and forth, not even making it to the end of their travel before the heavy, wet snow once again obscured the view. If anything, it was starting to come down harder. As he had climbed higher into the mountains, it first seemed that the snow was becoming a little thicker, less mixed with rain and more with sleet. But, then again, that ma...

For Whom the Bell Trolls

by soppingwetpanties on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

This may or may not be a work of fiction. Who knows? Who's to say? Note to Authors:This story is written in your honor. Please laugh. Note to Respectful Literotica Readers (most of you other there): You probably wonder who those people are that populate the comment section with disrespectful and inappropriate comments. They of course never offer their lite...

Savaged by the Centaur

by AlexaVillacotta on Sep 23, 2019
NonHuman

Hey there! Hope you enjoy the fourth installment in the "Wild World" series. You don't have to read the others — since this is a stand-alone — but they might provide some context if you're meeting Robin for the first time. Without further ado... ***** Light rippled along the red locomotive as it rattled toward the sleepy town of Southnesse. It wended...

The Destiny Seeker Ch. 04

by charliewilder on Dec 17, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

I rode in silence in the backseat of the Hong Kong taxi that took me home. The neon lights that usually filled me with awe and delight now only looked foreign and unrecognizable. It was very difficult for me to decline her offer to come back to her place. I told her that I needed some time to think about what she had told me. While at first she appeared si...

A Dark & Stormy Night

by Fflow on Jan 21, 2020
Erotic Horror

The small plane shook briefly. Kurt seemed tense, and Judy simply turned pale and held on. "I think we should find a place to land, sweetie," Kurt said in his nicest, everything-is-ok voice. The weekend getaway was spur of the moment. It was easy to hop in Kurt's 2-seater single prop plane and go to Napa, Tucson, or New Mexico in a few hours. Often, when t...

Rian

by kinkeebaby on Sep 14, 2017
First Time

Turning over in my bed, I was awakened by raised voices coming in through the door to my small room off the kitchen. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I tried to distinguish who was angered, and where the voices were coming from. As I rose and began to dress, I realized one of the voices was Sir David, my guardian. I had lived here, at his estate since I was...