This is a re-write of an old story I had on here, called "Leslie, The Wedding Crasher." I removed it from my library a while back and I've gotten a few requests to re-post it. Problem is, I lost the original file when my computer crashed a while back (my bad for not backing up) so I figured I'd give it a re-write...hope you guys enjoy. I'll be back to "Jay'...
This story does involve bodily functions, so if you find that offensive, stop reading right now. All characters are well over the age of 18, and are over 21. * Marian realized that she had been going about adjusting to her new subservient life with her dominant daughter, Karen, all wrong. She resisted the diminutive Karen's bossiness but all it got her wa...
The Floating World - American Girls Down Under Authors' note. This is a collaborative story by Electricblue66 and LoquiSordidaAdMe. We have each taken previously established characters and brought them together especially for the Literotica "In a Sunburned Country" Anthology, 2018. Please vote and support two authors! Also, because we have two American girl...
Chapter 03 -- Bachelorette Party As the next week passed, I did not see much of Brooke. She was running around like a chicken with no head as she worked on finding a house to Penny's liking. She already had a buyer for Vivian's condo and was working out the finer points of that deal. She buzzed around the house like a woman possessed most of the time and it...
Leslie stretched and smiled and then shivered as she pushed the blankets off her. It was autumn in the late 19th century New England town. The fire was not yet lit in the fireplace. The house was very elegant but old and very poorly insulated as many of the larger houses were. She looked at the clock on the wall and shrieked. She was late!! Leslie knew she w...
(FFM action. Bisexual female. Some interracial. Enjoy.) "Sesame!" With a grand sweep of my left arm, I pushed aside my balcony door. With no appreciation of dramatic moments, the two meter glass door slid about 15 centimeters and stopped. Sighing at the cussedness of life, I shifted to put my weight behind my arm and pushed the door along the full length o...
Chapter 1 A Theatrical Experience I saw her first as a series of lithe curves, appearing and disappearing as the crowd in the theatre foyer milled back and forth. Standing still for a while I was eventually rewarded when, through the mass I saw her properly for just a few seconds. Stunning! Tall, slim but with nicely curving hips and breasts that were acc...
Chapter 1. "Me?" "Hey, I'm just a 28 year old guy, you know, didn't have a girlfriend, hadn't had a girl in Gods knows how long well, 8 months if you hafta know just pretending it didn't matter; that football and basketball on the TV were the most important things in life. Putting on a good front, ya know?" "Well, it seems some of my closer friends did kno...
This story is a slight departure from my usual stories and was co-written with my husband, Rusty Marshall. Bridget Mallory lay corpse-still, staring at the ceiling, beside her husband of more than twenty years. A solitary tear slipped from one eye and slowly snaked its way toward her ear. Frustration was nothing new to her. She had spent more than a few fru...
(Note; this story is a sequel to my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, and hence also belongs in the same series as Thanks for the Memories. You shouldn't need to have read any of them to understand it, but you might enjoy things most if you read stuff in order.) * Edgar's phone rang while he was having breakfast, sitting in the kitchen while still wear...