This story is a slow burn serial that is updated weekly. Jamie is a withdrawn college boy with a secret under his shirt while Gen gives no fucks except about Jamie, who she met at a terrible college party with shitty music and bad beer. You know the kind. ***** The Day the Silence Broke True to his word, Jamie went quiet for several days while I picked up...
Copyright © 2020 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: Just a short story. I tried to keep at 750 just to see if I could. I couldn't. This was written and edited in about...
Note to the reader: This story is technically a sequel to The Neighbor Lady, but since it was written to be stand-alone, reading the original story is not truly necessary. It explains in detail the original story's abrupt ending though, which many reader's found dissatisfying. This story also continues the original's focus on male sexuality, and is my fir...
I reached the peak (or the abyss) of my sexuality while living in Bangkok, Thailand for three years around my fortieth year. I've already told you about my friend Dick whose passion was to have sex with every Thai woman in Bangkok. He almost succeeded. We met by chance and quickly became tennis partners, soul brothers -- and occasional sex partners althoug...
It was a regular Friday night when the guys from work would go to the local bar to have a few knowing they have to put in still another half a day on Saturday. They worked 6 days a week which left them one day to spend doing what they wanted and needed to get done. One of the guys was divorced but had a new relationship in the works and was happy. Still ano...
Supermarkets. Nothing more profane, nothing more unspectacular. Overly ambitious people compare prices, get exalted by this week's bargain. Yet, every man who has not lost his manhood will treat the supermarkets as what they are: a pathetic regression from the heroic time of hunting your food. In the early times, only a man who could bring food home would be...
Note to readers: My story line continues with a new narrator. How did a nice Yeshiva University alumni like me end up in a situation like this? Here I am getting my beard trimmed to almost nothing at a Fort Lee barber shop so that I will look good for my trip to Cairo. I feel like a shipment about to be delivered. I guess it all started with the rent being...
Alternative title: How to really fuck things up. I suppose it really started about five months ago. I will never understand why such a little incident stuck in my mind so much. It had been a normal Saturday morning, and in the afternoon, I was taking my Son Robert (14) to his football match and my wife Ronnie (Veronica) was going to take our Karen (12) dau...
Authors Note: Ok for those who don't know me. I'm a trucker. I drive into NYC. I'm also a trainer. I show guys how to drive and not kill anyone. I also write erotic fiction. Nobody here under eighteen. Try to be gentle in your comments. It's just a story. ***** Wicked Wanda was giving me a very hot box lunch every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. About twe...
As I feel the beginnings of my pussy exploding on Jamaal's face I can't release my fingers from Yvonne's thick afro. I can tell by her slowed movement that Jamaal's cum is filling her mouth as much as she will allow. With her right hand she is squeezing every last ounce of Jamaal out while her left hand squeezes my thigh in reaction to Daniel's deeper thrust...