It was a warm afternoon; moving to my new apartment after calling it quits with the missus. I was alone and felt free, free from that bitch who nearly drove me nuts, and to this day I still haven't figured out what I saw in her. My folks warned me about her, telling me she was trouble and that she'd break my heart. It didn't matter now that I was done with...
Chapter 2: The Next Phase It was easy to learn their routine. You'd think after what she and I had gone through that she'd look over her shoulder every once in a while. Lucky for us, she didn't. The same thing every week. Leaving her husband home with their two-year old and sneaking off to meet her boyfriend for dinner and then back to his place for some se...
A Play in One Act Two rooms are on either side of the stage. On the left is an older apartment furnished with a mid century style couch and chair, along with a coffee table. On the right is a sparsely furnished unit with peeling wallpaper, an old couch, a worn office chair, and two folding chairs with a TV sitting on top of another old chair up against the...
"The Shackles" is a fictional story. It is a story that I wrote for my "Naked Norwegian", a "friend" who became my online lover. The relationship is real, but the story is a fantasy that we both enjoyed. It was part of a series of stories that I titled "Letters to my virtual Lover". It stands alone without the other stories, but having read the Part 01 of my...
Jim and Ella were finishing up their early morning sex. It was a little cozy and a lot perfunctory. Jim held her tight, went into the short rows, grunted and let it happen. Ella hugged him, gave him a sweet (but not passionate) kiss, and waited for him to roll off. They had been married a little over twenty years. "I wish it meant more to you darling," Jim...
Dear Betty, Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe I'm just a slut. Lately, I've become absolutely obsessed with giving blowjobs and having impromptu sex. I especially love to fuck male strangers that are well known by the friends that I know well. The thought of being together with someone like that and having on–the–spot–sex, gives me the "chills". My panties get so s...
Peter was home by 3:15AM, alone in an empty house. Stripping his clothes off he took a quick shower, climbed into some old boxers to lounge in, then went downstairs and pulled a beer out of the refrigerator. Sitting down with his first drink since dinner he reviewed the evening. What a disaster! After ignoring him all day, Susan called him upstairs then h...
I have to be honest, when I was in high school, I never got laid. I couldn't explain it. My buddies always were the one's at the parties, slipping off to the bedrooms with their girlfriends or some chicks they picked up. But not me. I was the guy that all guys hate to be...I was the "friend". I was the guy that all the girls could talk to about anything with...
Aurora, Wayward Series Pt. 6 Synopsis: A long-forgotten wayward people. A War Hero was rescued and given a new lease on life. Every lease has a cost. (The follow-on Series to Astra) Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm July 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior...
Sometimes, I think pregnancy has made me even more horny than I normally am. The name is Roseanne Tremblay-Armand, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I am happily married to a tall, handsome young Haitian man named Jean-Luc Armand. My husband recently graduated from Carleton University with an Accounting degree, and...