9:30pm. Tiffany had finished washing her face and returned to her biology textbook and cabernet. As per the usual, she was confident about the test, and utterly inebriated. Alex strolled into the living room and approached the couch. "Wanna catch a flick?" he asked with a bit of sauce. "Nein. I have to finish studying for the exam." "It can wait." She gr...
The Proposition: Obligations Are Being Met Jenny and I slept in late Sunday morning. It was after 10:00 AM when we finally crawled out of bed. "After our shower, what would you like for breakfast?" Jenny asked as she began to roll out of bed. She then got a pained look on her face. "Oh! Uumm, Jim, I will honor our bargain. You can have me any time you lik...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. I've imagined this story to be part one of a trilogy. If the feedback is good I'll write parts two and three soon. ***** I never thought that as a middle-aged school teacher I could possibly be seduced by one of my own stud...
My wife of several years, Jessica, and I began dating in high school. She was only my third conquest, I her first. For years I prided myself at having been the only man to have seen her tiny, firm little a cups, her flawless round ass, her pussy. Over about 10 years though, there have been rare accidental exposures, some of which I've written about before. T...
"Good morning," Rachael whispered across the living room. "Uh, good morning," I stammered back, still struggling to process the sight that was in front of me. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?" "Sure." I turned and walked back into my bedroom and sat on the small twin sized bed, which was crammed into the tiny bedroom. It was obvious that Ryan an...
The seven bums sat around the blazing garbage can of fire across the street from Heather and LeAnn in the alley that was the world and life. Their dirty, beaten and depressed faces were illuminated in the glow of the fire. The bums attention laid heavily on the shining stars high above, their heads were cocked up and their eyes gleamed at the stars glued to...
Author's note: Despite being told in the first person, this is entirely a work of fiction. I'd gotten a promotion to a position in another city. A real estate friend of mine found a nice house in the suburbs of the new city. The old house was in a prime location, close to schools, stores, and jobs, so it sold fairly quickly. My wife, Cindy, and I packed up...
Author's note: This is the sequel to Fire in the Belly that I thought I had submitted. After a reader asked for a third part, I went into Literotica and read the first two parts. I was surprised to see that most of the story of Chapter 2 had been left out. I do not know where the error was made, but I accept blame. I should have checked after it was publishe...
This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. Next up was the little story, "Why I love Wives." This is my thirteenth story for this challenge, and I hope the stories are helping. *************** Melissa's a freshman and trying to meet a guy **************** I...
"This poor bastard is never going to pull out of this," Cole said to Fred sitting next to him in the nondescript blue four door sedan. It had been three weeks since the funeral; in that time Michael Dane's life had spiraled out of control. Cole had watched Michael loose his grip at the funeral; it had been downhill for him since that day. Ian had told Cole...