"I don't believe it," Randi said, tying her bathrobe around herself as she walked out of her bedroom into the apartment's living room. "What's the matter?" Anna asked. "Steven... fucking... fell asleep." "Right after sex?" Calista asked. "During!" Randi's three roommates giggled. "Oh, you poor dear," Britt said. "Now you'll have to walk the streets look...
In the morning, he woke up from a slightly disturbing dream: his cock was in someone's mouth, but without any response in his dream, making him worry about his potency. Once awake, however, he connected the dream with the previous evening and then wasn't surprised that his cock was stiff, its head nestled between her thighs, recalling immediately that he was...
"I don't believe it," Randi said, tying her bathrobe around herself as she walked out of her bedroom into the apartment's living room. "What's the matter?" Anna asked. "Steven... fucking... fell asleep." "Right after sex?" Calista asked. "During!" Randi's three roommates giggled. "Oh, you poor dear," Britt said. "Now you'll have to walk the streets look...
*Authors' note: Some time ago, I wrote a story called Dani, which was based on a conversation I had with the father of my late best friend, a Marine who was killed in Afghanistan back in 2008. It was about how his crippling grief, coupled with an already rocky marriage, nearly led to him having an affair with a woman his late son's age. In my note on that s...
Thanks to everyone who has stuck with the story. I know there has been almost no sex so far - and that has frustrated some - but there's more coming. Just let me set things in motion. And thanks for all the votes and comments. ***** With Ricky needed at the diner, Paige and I rode home by ourselves. After a minute of silence, Paige spoke. "You know, I...
Hunter raised his head and rolled his shoulders. Repairing this fence was taking longer than it should. He just couldn't concentrate. Sweat ran in rivulets down his face and across his broad shoulders. Country music blared from the boom box on the tailgate of his truck, but he didn't hear a note. His mind was stuck on the woman he'd run into in the town sto...
I stopped writing a year ago. Most of the comments and emails I received were very positive, but I found that I wasn't very thick-skinned when it came to the negative feedback. My self-confidence suffered, and I just couldn't write. But lots of kind people have continued to reach out to me, and I really appreciate it. Why just in the past month, six peop...
The music was typical nightclub thump. People bounced around the dance floor, rubbed rudely against one another through the sweaty clothes that merely separated them from fucking one another. People packed in and pretended this was like any other nightclub. For many, it was a normal night out. For me, it was a new experience. "May I?" my wife yelled to me a...
Thanks to everyone who read chapters 19 and 20. Thanks for the votes and all the nice comments (almost 50 positive remarks as I submit this chapter). Plus, there were another six or seven that sent emails through Literotica to my Yahoo account. When you're not getting paid, compliments are your tips. And I'm feeling well compensated today. Chapter 21...
My story begins 27 years after I married Sherry Shackleford, the love of my life. It was a typical college romance, followed by graduation, a big ass wedding, lots of mind blowing sex, and one child. Our daughter Randi was actually conceived on our honeymoon. It was a difficult pregnancy, and delivery, so we decided not to have any more kids. I got a vasecto...