It was just another lunch time, or so I thought. Lunch usually consisted of munching on a sandwich while I dealt some black jack for fun. I suppose an explanation is in order before I continue. The shop has lunch nearly an hour before the office and engineering staff, so we pretty much have the break room to ourselves, we, being the engineers, administrative...
Friends: Deleted Scenes - The Comatose Boyfriend Author's Note: Once again, I find myself apologizing for the length of time since my last submission. Unfortunately, life has many demands. But I trust that this story, which is actually three scenes, will make up for the wait. This story line was suggested by an anonymous reader. I hope that person sends me...
Part 1: The First Lesson Megan stretched cat-like as she reclined in the lawn chair in her backyard. Her long blonde hair was tied up on her head, except for a wayward strand dangling over the dark sunglasses, that covered her bright blue eyes. Several drops of sweat trickled down her shoulders. One got caught by the cup of the small, blue string bikini she...
WARNING: This story includes extremely dark themes, please do not read unless you are interested in such a genre. Thank you for your generous response from the previous act, whilst these stories are not intended for everyone I do appreciate your feedback and support. Natural Consequences Act 2 With crimson morning rays shining through the window, the sil...
Author Note: This is the second part of a multi-part story. This story was inspired by a photo and its caption I posted on the internet. This story also contains a wife having sex with a man who is not her husband. If stories like this both you, I suggest you move on. Also, if you leave a nasty comment about how you don't like this kind of story I will delet...
Shower steam fogged the mirror. Diana had just rubbed it clear, but she wiped it again with her palm, peering at herself through the humid heat. It was Saturday night. She'd graduated two days ago. For the first time in her life, school didn't hang over her head. Sure, college loomed on the horizon in August, but it was far, far away. The future looked as ha...
This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the seventh chapter in an interracial cuckold story. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I encourage you to do so, but I'm confident you'll enjoy it as a standalone too. The use of the "n" wo...
Author's note: Due to great feedback, I've decided to make this at least a four or five or more part series. I think it's fun to see how the girls introduce him to new experiences. I was having the most amazing dreams. After fantasizing about and jerking off to two amazingly hot girls I had been seeing and spying on at my apartments pool, I had finally me...
On Wednesday afternoon, Camilla, with blonde hair and blue eyes again, was in her class, 'Literature: Forms and Approaches.' Her teacher, Dr. Martin, a handsome, silver-haired Englishman in his late fifties, both attracted and repelled her--he looked and sounded a lot like Richard Dawkins, the advocate of atheism, a man whose lack of religious faith offended...
Emma Frost, Karla's best friend in New York, was the person Karla decided to celebrate her good fortune with. They'd grown up together, Emma the daughter of a wealthy scion, Karla the daughter of the help. Vassar had educated both of them and they'd both started psychiatric practices, New York barely big enough for the both of them. It'd been a while since...