Author's comments: This is my first submission to Literotica. My story is part fiction and part fact. I have written about one of my experiences when I was 18 year years old with older women. I would appreciate any positive comments or thoughts from you. I wrote this story because I enjoy doing it. All the characters in my story are at least 18 years old. *...
Dear Reader: I have received at least a dozen e-mail messages all saying essentially the same thing: "All your stories are about rich folks who live in Marin County or a ritzy Virginia suburb. They play golf and drink Macallan-12 at swanky country clubs. Why don't you write a story about ordinary people? They fuck too." Well, here is a story about ordinary p...
My mom, Christina, had been at war with one of her students, Zack, the starting quarterback on the university's football team. The meathead, who was left behind a year, had no trouble getting girls his age...hell, I think half the campus wanted him. Guys were forced to be his friend because if you weren't his friend, he was your bully. Christina was the law...
Ladies it's me Mary 'The Magic Flute Player' Larson and if you remember my claim to fame then I think you'll want to hear what I have to say. Do you consider the men in your life nothing but big, hulking, forceful if not suave, hunks of over confident hairy-chested machismo? How much of your valuable time do you waste just trying to train these beasts just t...
This is a continuation of my story. Some of my readers left me concerns about how short the chapters were so I decided to add more chapters to each of the submissions. As of yet, there is no sex, I'm sorry, but this is a novel...not a quicky. I'm also looking for someone to help out, feel free to contact me directly through email. I'm missing a major portion...
True story; names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. I've had my share of ex-girlfriends since I started dating back in eighth grade and we've split up over varying reasons. Some of them left me due to misunderstanding, while others felt I wasn't the right guy for them. My first ex in college falls into the latter category, but she...
Bret Harris arose before the sun did on Semifinal Saturday and headed to the school to watch Bedke on film one final time. Gametime was set for 1 p.m., and players were told to be there no later by 11 a.m. At 10:30 a.m., when no one was there, the coach began to get worried. He wondered if the Bedke club would get up early and drive the entire distance the...
-one- Clemens, wearing one of his new six-hundred-dollar silk suits, sat behind his desk, licking his lips thoughtfully. The office stunk of stale cigarette butts. "I want to know what happened," he said. "I didn't see it, but Reeves told me. You looked over all your receivers. You looked right at Lennox and then you toss it right into the safety's hands...
Part I A Journey In Truth Living in a small Midwestern Town isn't all that bad most of the time. It lends a sense of safety often not found a larger metropolis. Safety lends a peace of mind. Although peace of mind often comes with a price. Everybody knows everyone else as well as everyone else's business. Nothing stays private for long and that doesn't bo...
"A penny for your thoughts? The cat got your tongue? What's wrong Betty? You look so troubled, depressed, and angry. You look like you lost your best friend. Did your dog die? Why would someone as beautiful as you look so glum?" Every man realized it and commented on it, yet no man took the time to truly question it. Her beauty made them forget whatever els...