If you were to Google hotels in and near San Diego you'd have a chance of guessing where we were staying two summers ago. Our fifth floor room in this U shaped hotel had a side view of the ocean from the balcony, but it was within about 4 rooms from the ocean facing one. If offered a great view of the beach and the courtyard below. I know about San Diego hea...
These are the sole views, thinking and muddling of The Soulful Bard on Literotica Category "Loving Wives" that brings out some of the most colourful responses you'll ever see on an erotic website. Frankly, I didn't expect a barrage of comments on that earlier essay. Thanks to all of those who commented, provided helpful insights and even ended up fighting...
WARNING: Has fairytale elements and possibly unAmerican-like humor. ONE The popularity of Kevin MacLeod virtually went from zero to heaps in 48 hours. Lean and lanky, with teenager pimples on his 24-year-old face virtually devoid of character, eyes of near translucent blue and a flaring red nose and thin, turned down at the corner lips, the word 'unattra...
The azure haze of early summer sunset crept upon us stealthily, tip-toeing its way into our midst as we talked and drank and laughed the afternoon away. It wasn't until dusk was almost upon us that we realized that the light had shifted hue from the gold of afternoon to the blue of evening. The barbecue grill was still hot and the air of char grilled beef a...
[ Please read "My Invitation" (in Erotic Couplings) and "My Invitation: Grand Opening" (in Group Sex) as they are the beginnings of this tale. There is no explicit sexual activity in this chapter. The relationship between Nick and Kim is so much more than sexual, and totally sexual. I encourage women who read this story to write me, letting me know the feeli...
Downsized. Let go. Laid off. Terminated. After fourteen years with the firm, they let me go, and they said it was because they had to downsize. Fourteen years of doing everything for them, smoothing over disputes among coworkers, working late to get last minute briefs together, even bringing coffee and babysitting. I did it all, and I did it gladly, cheerfu...
Howdy, folks. The name is Kurt Lob. I'm a tall, good-looking, thirty-something black man living in Virginia. I'm the Athletic Director of Mason College, a private four-year college located near a small town of the same name in Eastern Virginia. The school only has two thousand students. The student body was sixty percent female and forty percent male when I...
Dear Shoeblossom: I go into Master Marv's room, worried because I know he's upset with me—I'm a bad slave, and deserve to be punished. I'm 28 and he's 56, and a City Alderman. I'm wearing my drop-seat pink Dr. Denton footie pajamas, and Gramps looks very displeased with me. "Nipper" he says, as I climb in his lap, "You've been touching yourself and havi...
It did not seem incongruous to me that an event as momentous as this would be taking place in an undistinguished courtroom, in a nondescript county building, in a bland rural county, in the midst of a featureless Midwest State. As a child, I always thought that history's major events occurred on a grand stage. I knew that ordinary events happened in small...
Dear Dr. Messersmidt. Robert, thank you for agreeing to read through this -- I appreciate the professional courtesy. Even psychologists need to have someone to talk to from time to time, and given the years of our personal and professional relationship, I know that I can count on you for your discretion -- and your interest. We've known each other for so lo...