There I was, sitting on a stool in the neighborhood bar crying my eyes out, figuratively at least, even if no actual tears were coming down. I knew I wasn't the first man to discover that his wife was cheating on him; I wasn't the only man whose wife was cheating on him, and I certainly wouldn't be the last man whose wife cheated on him. Knowing all of those...
Please leave comments. Prologue The hotel room was blazing with thick sexual heat. Gerald Torrez gazed at the prone female form laying sprawled out naked before him. She was unconscious, but still so very sexy with the glistening sweat of three hours of lustful exertion. A small contented smile was spread across her face and the copious streams of pooled...
Jim was returning from his early morning jog, a discipline that he maintained to offset his basically sedentary work life. When he wasn't traveling he was in an office. He was living on the main floor of a two floor eight unit apartment complex and across the hallway from the building manager, a mid forties lady named Susan. Just as Jim turned down the hall...
"Salaam, Bonsoir, Monsieur Claude," said the hostess at Assad's Palace, and Claude Ferdinand smiled pleasantly at Asma Assad, wife of the late owner Ali Assad. The six-foot-tall, curvy, attractive, fifty-something Arab lady, who had a few silver streaks in her long dark hair greeted him with her customary warm smile, and Claude greeted her in kind. It's am...
This is part of a larger story. I decided to submit a portion of it for early consumption. I hope you enjoy. *** "I saw you the other night." Mike looked up from his books, startled away from his studies. The stunning woman standing across the library table from him was a stranger to him, but after one look, he was ready to make her acquaintance. "Is th...
This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Mary Tagert Part 1 Mary Tagert crept along the side of the decrepit building following the shadows cast by the harsh street lamps. Flowing through...
Thanks to CD Conejo whose books inspired me to begin and whose constant encouragement kept me writing. Jus8tine edited my draft with a keen eye and is an excellent writer as well. Be patient, this is a work in progress, there are already six or seven chapters completed, and the story is just beginning. Comments are encouraged. I stood on the front porch, k...
Thank you for all the helpful comments on part one. Please if you read this, rate it and leave me your comments, let me know what your take on it is. I am a firm believer in the notion "there is always room for improvement" so all constructive criticism is highly welcome and appreciated, let me know what I am doing wrong so I can get better at this. I don't...
Lacy Hawthorne was raised in a small southern town. Everything about her upbringing was conservative. She played soccer, softball and basketball in high school. In the summers she swam in the city pool. Her parents were strict and very religious. The congregation of her church were mostly country people and for this size town everyone was close to country. T...
On Thursday afternoon a transformer blew at work and shut the whole factory down. It was only about 2 in the afternoon, so when they sent us home I decided to drop in on my friend Rich. He worked the midnight-8am shift at the Toyota plant, so he slept until midafternoon most days. We would occasionally get together after work, and I'd have a beer or two whil...