For those of you following my ongoing illustrated series, A BusinessWoman's Journal, I have changed the title to A Woman's Journal (Month _) in order for Literotica to list it in chronological order as their computer program only orders alphabetically or numerically. Hopefully you will find it easier to read from the beginning. July 2011 Month 16 Wednesday...
This is the first of a series of three experiences that Beth and I had with some co-workers and their wives shortly after we were married. This account begins on a typical Friday at work when my friend Sam and I were talking about what we were going to do that night. We made plans to go to our neighborhood bar and party with our wives like we did on most we...
My computer desk looks like a battlefield; empty 20 ounce bottles of Diet Coke and Diet 7-Up lay half empty, like wounded soldiers attesting to my battle with boredom. There are unopened letters, Chinese takeout boxes, and even my prized pair of red chopsticks. It’s very apparent that I live at my computer. I’m surfing the web, trying in vain to find some...
After graduating from high school I was working for the summer as a lifeguard for the neighborhood pool. Four of us split the shifts so the pool was open all day, every day. Janie and I had just gotten certified while the other two were veterans, back from college. All four of us had been swimmers at the Y and word got around about good money and sunshine....
The Greyhound station was empty. The last bus had left off its passengers 30 minutes earlier, of which I was one. The only few people that I saw were the janitorial personnel cleaning the old station. I stepped outside into the warm night air. Lit a cigarette, and told myself to go ahead and call the cab company. I might as well get it over with. This was go...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
I arrive at the front door, I feel my nerve endings tingling with anticipation at what lays ahead. We have been exchanging emails and photos on line for over a month know. We have explored the most intimate matters of the heart and the body. We have been as candid with each other as two people can be without actually ever having been in the same city, and ye...
[Graciously edited by Cristal Ball] On a spring day, just after six in the afternoon, I drove home horny. It was a long drive, so I went fast, 60 in a 40 mph zone. I thought about nothing else but getting home. Chills ran down my legs, just thinking about what I had coming. Two women, two cunts. I shook my head. I whipped out my cock. How'd I get so lucky....
Tim had always found Sarah hot. That was never in dispute. When he met her 4 years ago through his sister Mandy, he immediately put her near the top of the "hottest women I've ever met" list. He hated her. That was the problem. His best friend Steve hooked up with her and she went from "know-it-all bitch" to "know-it-all turbo-bitch" over night. After putt...
Abigail smiled contentedly now she had Rex all to herself in the confines of her personal boudoir; as he knelt cowering, she strutted about the large bedroom which was clinically clean and tidy, and pictures from a bygone era of women in service adorned the walls. Rex was immediately given a feather duster and marshalled about the room, the stern and coldly...