Here's an entry for this year's Nude Day Contest. In the weird continuum of my stories, it fits between "The Flirt" an "Schadenfreude," though like all my stories this one can be enjoyed without reading any of my other little tales. Make sure you read all the Nude Day contest entries and vote on all your favorites! * * * I suppose anytime you find yourself...
"Think about it, will ya Sam? You can't tell me the thought never crossed your mind." That was Julie, my wife of six years, trying to convince me that we should entertain the thought of swapping with another couple. I wasn't so keen on the idea; sure, there were times I thought it might be fun to get a strange piece of ass. Between the year of courtship and...
Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such deta...
She was drop dead gorgeous and I wanted her. I lusted for her. I might even go so far as to say I would kill for her. Five feet five, one twenty, 36x22x35, hazel eyes and flaming red hair. When she was around I could not take my eyes off of her. She knew what she had and she knew that every man in the building wanted her. Her name was Constance Frederick an...
Author's note: This episode of an extended romantic memoir is probably fictional, even the violence. All sexual acts involve humans of age 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. For readers' convenience, most non-Anglish-language communications are presented in loose Anglish translation. You do not NEED to read the first two episodes (BEFORE...
Chapter one The Fateful Cruise Sherry Wilson put her fork down in exasperation. "Carla. What's the point of having lunch together if all you're going to do is eat? Have you heard a word I've said?" Carla Baxter looked up from her lunch. The smile on her face was forced. "Yes, Sherry, I have been listening. I am just not interested. You know I'm not into t...
AUTHOR'S NOTE Here's Part 2. If it took too long, I'm sorry. For those of you who commented on Part 1--or even bothered reading it, for that matter--thank you. It should go without saying that if you haven't read Part 1, you should do so now. Again, any and all comments are most appreciated. NINE The next morning at seven found me at Uncle Jack's doorst...
Joe drove. Barry sat silently in the back. I shivered in the front seat, huddled against the door, alone with my thoughts, alone with my confused feelings of shock and disbelief. I totally didn't know what to think. It must have shown on my face. Joe reached over with one hand, took mine, and gave it a squeeze. He was still holding my hand when we turned off...
CHAPTER 1 The fine summer day was spotted with white cookie-shaped clouds when Hunter Macdonald began laying out lunch for his party of thirteen tourists from around the world. Two grandmotherly types hurried to assist because that's the compulsively kindly thing many grandmothers do. The boating travelers were five miles from base, on a sandy beach on Pung...
This short story is an entry for the 2015 Literotica April Fools' Day story contest. All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older. * * * * She took one last sip of coffee, grabbed her lunch bag and picked up the thick stack of papers she'd worked all night on. But as she hurried to leave, she noticed the ca...