Sara awoke to the sound of running water. She was quite content to lay in the king size bed, the overstuffed down comforter covering her naked body. Karen and Julie had fallen into the other bed and Sara smiled as various body parts protruded from under their comforter. A voice gently called from the living room and Mr. Storm walked in as Sara turned. She s...
Before you read this, it isn't a stroke story as such. A story with sex in it yes, but not a quick fire wham bam. Thought it best to let you know. * The players: Stella was a bitch, pure and simple, a statement of irrefutable fact. Somehow, in her twelve years working at the small Accountancy practice, she had charmed, or perhaps bullied the senior partne...
There are several common signs of cheating that do not require the services of a Private Investigator, HD cameras, or voice activated recorders to determine or confirm. If you are a perceptive female your sixth sense and a little leg work are all that are necessary to spot and expose a cheating husband. It's lucky for me, Jeanette, that you don't usually ha...
"We're in trouble," said Myrna. Her blonde hair had been bleached white by many days in the sun. Her sunburnt skin was peeling. Her lips were cracked. She trudged along the dirt road in men's boots that were too big for her and giving her blisters. In one hand she carried an empty bucket which had contained water. She and Elsteen had had nothing to drink sin...
It was the kind of bar you like when you just want an intimate evening with a bottle of really good scotch; not many people, not too much light, no waitresses in short shorts and tight T-shirts, and no fucking jukebox. I was at Barney’s to drink away the pain in my head caused by having been hit on the head with a pantyhose mannequin. I’m Jase Conford, and I...
Gail King, a natural blonde with a figure sculptured perhaps by the sculptor's gardener employed to shape shrubs rather than by the sculptor himself was deposited on rickety jetty on Kismet Island where there was a small roof on four poles for shelter. "Don't worry love," said the deckhand with an unusually soft Aussie accent as she steered the inflatable...
Some men do better alone than others. I do better with a healthy female companion who enjoys being active, talking, kissing and touching. However, after "losing" my wife of thirty years to Alzheimer's, three years ago, I found that I was really out of practice as how to approach the "modern woman." I'm healthy, successful and attentive but was not getting an...
The weather is cold and raining as I sit in my Ford pick-up truck at the Bradenton railroad yard. It's quite sad that the weather is symbolic of what's going on in my heart. Five years ago I married Joane, and I was so happy. She lead me to believe she was going to do something with her life, yet that hasn't happened. How can it when she quits every course?...
Author's note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To...
Third Secretary Is The Teacher Hi, my name is Mike. I'm now living in retirement at the age of 71. Through out my life I have had the most outstanding sex with some of the finest young girls, women and older ladies that any man could want. This is the continuing chaptered story on how I play the sex game with these many wonderful women through out my life....