Having a career that moved my wife, Pam, and I around the US several times, we have friends around the US that we keep in touch with and occasionally visit. On one trip in particular, I stopped by some friends of ours in Phoenix to see them at the end of a 10 day trip that had me in Phoenix for the weekend. As friends tend to do, they invited me to spend t...
NOTE: This is part of a multi-chapter story of which there are forty chapters plus an epilogue. An uncompleted version of this story appeared here at Literotica a few years ago in case it looks familiar to you. The story has been revised and completed. Chapters 37 - 40 and the epilogue are all new material. ***** "I thought you said you were going to take...
In April 2016, GeorgeAnderson wrote a fine tale called, 'Friday'. In it, a wife was led astray by four friends and ended up having sex with all four of them while her very pissed off husband was tied to a chair watching. It damned near killed their marriage. I liked it as a story except for one thing. The four perps walked away unpunished; free to destroy an...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Toni looked at herself in the mirror. She was finally going back to work after two years and she was nervous. She decided to switch to night shift since she hadn't slept well since James died; she also decided not to work her shifts in a row thinking that it would be better for Jamie that way. The nights that she worked her parents watched him with James' pa...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is week one that diary. There are fi...
When I met her, Beth Johnson was a freshman at the University. She was a product of an all-girls Catholic high school and had that fresh-scrubbed, girl-next-door appeal. Beth became the test subject of a theory from my Psych class. (see "Beth the Exhibitionist") I spent most of the first day talking with her and making her laugh. Whenever she performed some...
I hear you pull in. 5:18; three minutes late. Traffic must have been heavy. I hear the car door slam - a bad sign. I inhale deeply and wobble to the front door. You have been having me wear ridiculously high heels lately... You are upset. I can tell by the scowl you wear until our eyes meet. Then you seem to relax a bit - but not enough. "Rough day lover?"...
Nightfall, at last I can move more freely. I step out of my apartment. The plain brownstone building in Vanier, Ontario, has been my home for the past two years. The landlord is an old man who doesn't ask too many questions as long as he gets his rent money in time. A tenant who sleeps during the day and comes out only at night? Not something he's given much...
(Annalese flashes back to her college days...) *** Milgram's License "Does my hard cock make you wet? Do you know what I'm going to do with it?" You lean in close to my ear and whisper, "Happy birthday, Annalese". I know your intentions, but I am unable to reply. At only 20 years of age, I'm shocked at the completeness of it all. You run your hot hands...