Jean lay back in bed with Ted her husband gently snoring beside her. Her nipples still tingling gently and her pussy moist from the sex they had just shared. Ted had rolled off her and immediately fallen asleep but she wondered if now she might have conceived the child they both wanted. They had been married for a year and had taken over the farm in South...
Carol stood at the entrance of the park, her feet wouldn't move another inch. Her desolate eyes stared at the peaceful foliage of the park. The fragrant wildflowers, the dark green leaves of the tall trees and the blades of grass. Such a beautiful sight, disguising its true nature. Every day, for the last few years, Carol ventured to this same location, the...
I would like to acknowledge two Lit.com members. Ms 13 (she knows which 13 she is) for, early on, appreciated comments and advice on writing style. I am also very grateful to dianaprince_73 for much needed corrections to the story and for encouragement. I thank you both...*s* * Before the Pill... It was 1962. We were 22 years old, in love and curious...
This was the 70's. Gone was the hippie generation, the war in Vietnam was over and the country was in a gas crisis. Watergate was behind us, and people just wanted to make money. Money was always in style. I had just turned 18 a month before this story started to happen. To make money since I can remember, I mowed grass for neighbors. Every summer I had a s...
CHAPTER 1 The Emerson's only child Emily, who hated the alliteration of her name whereas her parents at the time had thought it was so cute, only years later to be told by their dissatisfied daughter, still a child, they'd been stupid doing that to her. Oh dear, what a nasty child. Emily Emerson kept tensions high and the house in disarray from early in...
I was setting at home last Saturday when I got a call from my nephew Jason around 5 or so. He asked if it was ok for him, his girlfriend Lisa, and her 18-year-old bother Ryan to come over that night. After the last get together at the cottage, I was sure he was up to something. I ask him what he had in mind. He tells me that they have something to announce t...
Some time ago I was sent an email with a file, an article that could appear in Literotica that I would have a passing interest in. An old friend, writing under the name El Dumbo, was sharing his journeys into stupidity, at least according to his accounts. That required this old lady, a seventy-five year old lady, to sit down and come to some rational conclus...
She was in that mellow state of morning stupor that follows a good night's sleep. For a second she felt light like smoke: softness of the bed embraced her back, blanket her chest. Narrowing her eyes in the dark, she could see but shapes of furniture. The room's smell was familiar; it stirred memories from last night. Even under the twilight of drape-blocked...
With apologies to Jane Austen! Chapter XXII Wedding Bells Three weeks later the three weddings took place at a common ceremony at the Bennet's parish church, after which the happy couples and their guests repaired to Netherfield for the wedding breakfast. Mrs. Bennet's joy was unbounded the more so because of the fact that she had missed her period and w...
I ran into the living room to find Megan sitting on the couch with her head hung low, holding it in her hands. "What's the matter?" I asked Megan. Through small sobs Megan replied, "I thought I would be ok with this, but actually seeing you and Sara have sex was harder than I thought it was going to be. I thought it would be more of a mechanical act with n...