**SATO** Ms. Sato had an unmistakable knock: three loud, sharp, evenly-spaced raps. Dr. Tanaka Kazuo, sat at his broad walnut desk, set his pen in its inkwell and gathered his papers with great aplomb, rustling them somewhat louder than was necessary and setting them to one side of his blotter. "Come in," he called. The door opened briskly - Ms. Sato tend...
Stuart and I were childhood sweethearts. We were both nothings at school. I sang in the choir and he played a bit of footy, mostly from the interchange bench. He was a year older than me and we didn't share any classes. The choir sang before the Grand Final in Stuart's senior year and the school team won! We were celebrating around the school oval that eveni...
Passion In James County XI Abby By D.C. Roi Chapter fifteen Abby woke up in the morning feeling a bit better. She took a shower, then she put on a white long-sleeved T-shirt, loose blue pants with an elastic waist, and a soft cotton shirt-jacket with a pattern like an Indian blanket. When she went to prepare some breakfast for herself, she realized ther...
Copyright April 2009 texrep Please note that texrep and Kezza67 are pen-names of the same person. This story has been posted elsewhere, but never on Literotica. The whole story is being re-edited to suit this site. I am listing this story under Novels and Novellas as it is quite a long story (1400KB). However it is a romance and if that is not your choice o...
Foreword: I wrote some of my past stories by request of my fans. In a way, I could also say that this story was written by request. However, it would probably be more accurate to say that this story was provoked than requested. This story is a sequel to W32.GIBE.B@MM: SEXIST MALE CHAUVINIST. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based,...
Bret's long drive to top-ranked Oaktown was fruitless as the Oaks routed Meridian 63-0. Bret left at halftime with Oakville up 42-0. The two most impressive things about the state powerhouse? The fact that their kicker made all six extra points in the first half (he ended up making all nine in the game) and their football facility. Both were something Bret...
"I don't think this is a good idea," Jasmine stepped through the door. "What if there's some hobo living in here?" "Oh come on, Jaz. Who cares?" Mike pushed a few pieces of framing from their path. "We'll scare him before he can scare us. Besides, you're tired of the 'same old-same old, aren't you? You should really make up your mind. I mean -" "Just beca...
It was an ungodly hour, or at least it felt that way. Five AM. It'd been a damn long time since I'd been out of bed at this hour except for fishing or hunting. But here I was, standing in Walmart checking on complaints that one of my people wasn't fully stocking the soda rack at this particular store. I'd left the house at four, driven an hour to get here, j...
This story is dedicated to Stangstar06. I've been reading about these damned pony cars so long I got to mention on in one of my stories too...though maybe this one should be under 'nonconsensual' in his mind. I am the only editor of this piece of dreck, so any flaws are my own. I welcome all constructive criticism. The rest of you can drop dead. * "Hey M...
WHACK! Verner Wasowicz's buttocks stung bitterly, and he closed his eyes. His tightie whities and trousers were clogging his ankles, but he wiggled his legs as Charyn's strop landed across his lower buttocks. THWACK! "Love your Fruit of the Looms there, Vernie. Quite appropriately named. FRUIT." Charyn laughed, and Verner looked over his head to see Char...