My head felt as leaden as the gray sky as I slowed down for the 25 mph speed limit sign entering the small Maryland town. Since I had taken my new job, I had been working too many hours and getting sent all over to concrete plants that were having problems. I still hadn't caught up with my neglected yardwork from being in Pennsylvania for three days when my...
WARNING! This story is degrading to women, bikers, and pool tables and may lead to a loss of body fluids. For part of my life I lived with a biker named Zack, or Zeke, or something with a Zee. His real name was Ezekiel Zachary Zanders. I would sometimes call him "Omega Man," but usually called him something that began with the letter zee. I met Zack in At...
Hi all this is my 1st story in Literotica. I have help in editing this from fast_flash (thanks!). Hope you like it and encourage me to submit more stories! ****************** This is a true story that had happened almost 6 years ago. I am 27 now. I am a very sexy lady (178cm high, 51Kgr, 90-52-87), long black hair, black eyes, long legs and a tanned body,...
This is a story of some young construction workers who taught me some important rules of playing pool. Well, a year or so ago, I was visiting a friend who lived in a small country town, just outside of Sydney. Now those small towns can get pretty rough on a Friday night and it so happens that this is the setting of my story. The Pub was called THE HOLE and...
[As a young man I knew quite a few girls who loved to tease, and never paid off. As a bouncer, years later, I learned something about the danger of teasing.] * The first time I remember seeing her was in the back room of Mike's Bar. She was wearing tight faded jeans, scuffed boots, a pink chemise, her hair was bra length, blond and wild. She was bent over...
'He's a bloody arrogant wanker -- and I'm fed up with him and his attitude.' Michelle took another swig from the bottle of Corona. Already into her sixth drink, she leant against the pool table for support. 'You're right, Shellie,' Karen said as she lined up the pool cue to take another shot. She had to close one eye to focus on the yellow half hidden behin...
I am a pool slut. I don’t mean the kind of pool you swim in, but the kind of pool associated with smooth felt, leather pockets, balls and cues — and the men usually attached to those cues. You wouldn’t expect a girl raised in an affluent neighborhood to frequent seedy bars. I do, because I have been addicted to the game since my father, who I stayed with d...
For as long as I can remember, I have always found myself creating sexual fantasies in my head. I guess you can say it's sort of a fixation. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I find myself acting out hot, sexual scenarios in my head at least several times a day. My fantasies range from the tamer, more common fantasies, like having sex in a public...
My wife Mary and I were visiting old friends of ours Tony and Denise in Yorkshire for a week away from London in the late summer of 1986. Mary was teasing me during the drive north by shifting forward in her seat and lifting the front of her skirt, showing her bare thighs above her stocking tops. We arrived at their place just after lunchtime and I sat in...
Anthony was having a party on Saturday night and as usual I was going. I knew Anthony would tell me to stay the night so I didn't bother to dress to catch anyone else. I wore a blue bra and matching lace thong under a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I left my dark hair hanging loose down my back. By the time I arrived his house was filled with people, m...