"Emily comes next weekend' Isabella tells me. We're naked together in her bed, having made love a half hour prior followed by some nice cuddling. My cock throbs involuntarily at the mention of Emily's visit. "I see you are excited!" she jokes. Luckily in the darkness she can't see my embarrassment. "Yeah," is my only reply. "I am actually excited to meet h...
It was the cottage I'd always wanted. Set at the head of a valley that sloped down towards the sea and surrounded by wooded slopes, it came with a decent-sized garden, a couple of fields (for which I had yet to find a use), and a swimming pool which I could use if I felt too idle to walk the mile down to the beach. I call it a cottage but in fact it's quite...
At 38 Mona was a very attractive woman by any standards; She had smallish B cup breasts, but they were plump and very sensitive, and topped by graceful shoulders. She had long, thin and shapely legs. Her butt was a little big, but it was shapely and very firm. She had long slender hands and a full mouth. Even after two children, she had maintained her flat t...
SO FAR: A still grieving widow Carson Robertson hospitalizes in a vehicle accident the author of the bumbling detective book series that is growing in popularity, Guilty at injuring the creator of the fabulous character Jessie Chicago, Carson takes Harry Truscott into her home to help in his rehabilitation. Harry has a broken shoulder that is encased in a gu...
The drive and determination were clear both in Sister Beth's firm steps and facial expression. She was far from a good mood, in fact she couldn't remember being this angry in years. Mother Grace had gone on a sudden leave, and assigned an excessive amount of tasks for Beth to complete, delegating almost all of her administrative duties to the nun. That kept...
Author's note: I met a young Eurasian saleswoman by the name of Shelby while Christmas shopping a several years ago. She was kind enough to share her post-graduation dreams of traveling to her father's home of Ireland and finding her roots. From this chance encounter, this tale was spun. Here's hoping you enjoy the telling. As always, the story characters ar...
This story is submitted as part of the "Pastiches of Oggbashan" Story Event. It is loosely inspired by, if not in any meaningful way related to the plot or characters of, Oggbashan's story "Whorehouse Chapel." It is meant as a tribute to Oggbashan, one of Literotica's most prolific and versatile authors and one of its most thoughtful and civilized souls. xx...
Copyright© 2015 by Pars001 _____________________ This was my 2015 Christmas story it was for a while very well received though now the appeal has dropped off hope all like it. __________________________________________________________ The harsh, bitterly cold wind blew past the figure of a man huddled on a park bench. Shaking his head he didn't know whet...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2017/January 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ "Remember to expect unexpected guests whenever th...
Reboot Edited by Thegreat_pretender As Comp looked at Popster holstering her gun, trumpets began to sound. "What's that?" Comp asked. Popster looked at her with quizzical interest. 'You violated the rules...' said a voice in Comp's head. "Wait, what?" Comp murmured. 'You are an invader and you must be removed...' said the voice again. "Please...