The stories that have the most impact on me are the true ones—or at least the ones with the claim or illusion of truth to them. Somehow, reflecting on these flesh-and-blood authors actually participating in the tales they tell here adds an extra element of eroticism that makes the story all that more evocative for me. So, when I considered the idea of comp...
Janine was panting by the time she got back to her room. She felt so lightheaded after the sun, the rum, and especially all the stimulation around her. It was disconcerting. She had thought that she was so liberal and her politics were libertarian but Iznoma Hedonia was libertine. The atmosphere of intense but casual sex at the resort aroused her but the int...
AN: This chapter takes place two years after chapter one. Sarah adjusted her pigtails and made sure that her uniform fit just right. She needed to look perfect. She had never felt so nervous, not even during her dad's toughest cons. However, this was different. She was going on her first official mission for the CIA. She had spent the last two years attend...
ONE When former champion ballroom dancer Isobel Ballantyne was on the eve of closing the Ballantyne School of Ballroom Dancing in December last year, her youngest daughter Sierra returned home, wounded, emerging from her unexpected divorce. Sierra had fallen on hard times because marriage to an older and wealthy husband had landed her into a sumptuous life...
The dinner invitation had been for me and my wife Glenda but, as an aspiring actress, she and a couple of friends were going for an audition tonight. I taken them to several of these audition trips before and they were always downers. None of them ever got anything more than a walk-through in the background of local commercials. I was glad not to have to g...
Alycia noticed the new guy as she walked from her office to the break room. She noticed immediately how broad his shoulders were, how narrow his waist, and even through his slacks it was noticeable how muscular his long legs were. She was shocked at how her body responded to just the sight of him. It was a long-standing joke around the office that she was ni...
February 14, 2010 Dear John, I am writing you this letter to know how much I have adored you and how attracted to you I have become over the years that I have known you. I have watched you grow into the fine young man you are, and have been infatuated with you for a very long time. I was going to wait until your high school graduation to give this to you...
MaryAnn had retreated to her haven, the computer room. She was a recent widow. The loneliness of widowhood is depressing, especially for a vibrant woman who, along with her late husband, always pushed the boundaries. She knew of all sorts of ways to banish the tedium, and she was sure she'd have the backing of her late husband if he were here. Their marriage...
Author's Note: This is the sole thinking, views and muddling of The Soulful Bard on a category in Literotica known as 'Loving Wives'. *~*~*~*~* Seeing all those heavy-weight authors on Lit throwing their weight around with their criticisms and reviews, I decided to throw one of my own ideas into this chaotic mix. This review is about the most controversi...
Part 1 - A dinner fantasy The ad said, “Extensive menu, great view, impeccable service.” I never imagined that this would be so true. I had been traveling for about ten days in California. This was my last night in Long Beach, the last stop on a pretty good trip. When I travel on my company’s expense, I usually try to keep it reasonable. But when the custo...