Chapter 1 – Moving-in day The move to Philadelphia had gone well. All the furniture was in, and in place. The new house was going to be a wonderful place to bring up the family – a large eight-roomed colonial with roughly two acres of land which, while not secluded, offered a lot of privacy. It had an oversized two-car garage attached, with a sundeck on top...
Steve Nolan walked briskly into the room, conscious of the lesser gravity, careful to walk easy so as to avoid the tendency to bounce with each step. He didn't stop or greet anyone; he strode straight to the podium. A table sat next to the podium and he opened his phone, setting it on the table, aimed at the wall behind him. The wall was transformed into a v...
Copyright (c)2013 Eruidice So, there it is: my first story on Literotica. I could have never managed to post it without the wonderful editing help of CBM514 and sound advice. I really hope you'll enjoy it :) ~.~ It was a beautiful day... I am not talking about the weather, which was usual for this time of year: pure sunshine with a sure chance of high hu...
lit7 21-25 21 Sunday morning coming down all over me I opened my eyes, then immediately closed them again. I tried to process how I felt and where the hell I was. My mind did not want to work at all. I tried to force it to be rational, but nothing happened. I just lay there in stupor. The first thing I realized was that it was not my bed. It was far too la...
My thanks and gratitude goes out to my editor "wires" for his assistance with this story. Once again he has improved my offering. ***** Jerry was still in high school when Preacher Rowe and his family moved to town. Reverend Rowe was the preacher for the largest non-denominational church in the southwest part of the state. To give the devil his due he was...
Gavin hurried to the office, he wanted to retrieve his missing pants, socks and most importantly Paulas vest and bra. His cock had an appointment with that bra. It would also be a good idea not to leave underwear laying around the office, it tends to beg a few questions. He entered the outer office. "Are you going to manage, without Paulas help," asked Ir...
The large clock on the wall read ten after nine as Julie Sutherland stepped through the large glass double doors that led to the offices of Mordmorgan Books. On a normal work day, the twenty-six-year-old black woman would already be late but today being Saturday and the day set aside for the quarterly purging of the files, she was actually twenty minutes ear...
It may not have been Plymouth's prettiest '56 Savoy—pale woodland green with a russet, rusted underbody climbing past two parallel white-stripe highlights, all over dented and dinged—but its bald tires rolled sufficiently along the fresh asphalt of Highway 17 even as the battered engine wheezed, rattled and, breathing deeply in, Cob Augo didn't mind any of i...
There are no graphic sex scenes in this story, sorry. I want to thank my wife and others who have helped me in writing this story. We have discussed and debated about my work here for hours. I have made a few changes before posting so any screw ups are mine. Thanks for reading my story and please ENJOY. ***************** I have been entertained by love abo...
"If you'd just fuck him, then we'd be even, and everything would be fine." Except, I knew it would never be the same. My husband could label our marriage "fine", but even he would never be able to say that it would be the same. Because he had fucked around. Even worse, he was the sort who, wracked with guilt, felt compelled to tell me about it. And now he...