Chapter 1 A Double Life "Yeah... that's it...," the man somehow muttered out following a deep grunt, lodging himself deep inside the young girl beneath him. With a tight grip he held her perfectly still against his pelvis while his body shook, his grunts and spasms leaving no doubt to the teen girl that he had hit his peak and fallen over it. He was no bod...
The lights weren't out yet and he was scouting a place to stand and found one near the PA at the center of the room. People were casually talking and drinking beers. He spotted an open spot and headed in. A group of young guys and girls his age was standing on his right an older group of college students to his left. It was Friday and that was one of the ma...
Smoke from the sandalwood incense swirled toward the ceiling like sooty, unfurling serpents. Her golden bracelets jingled subtly as she shuffled the cards. They were the only other sound in the stuffy tent aside from his anxious breath. Outside, the occasional roar of a roller-coaster, accompanied by the delighted shrieks of the passengers, vied for the ea...
While Mnemosyne's Hand, the original story published here on Literotica awhile back, didn't receive many votes I did get a lot of women writing me about how they loved the story and masturbated to orgasm over it. Lots of them told me that they love getting off to reading about men masturbating, so I decided to write a new story on the similar theme. Just lik...
I met my wife Jill four years ago in a bar while we were both bogged down in bad marriages to other people. The night we met we hit it off immediately. It was love at first site for both of us. To make a long story short, we left our old spouses and ended up getting married to each other as soon as possible. Today, we have a great marriage and an incredible...
Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were comfortable with--in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place, Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my...
Night flight to Europe. Night flight from Asia. Recapturing a day as you outrace the spinning globe, lights flashing high up above the dark vastness of the Indian Ocean. Night flight to Europe, from the sun-heated furnace of Jakarta to the soft, grey chill of Frankfurt. Night flight with a lawyer, a lover. I'd admired her, yet again, at the hotel pool that...
Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring a real female celebrity and a fictional male. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. - Hailie Deegan, the eighteen-year-old rising star in the world of auto racing, had just made a big announcement earlier in the week. After having Toyota support her for virtually her entire racing career, she w...
The bar was a serene island in the midst of the clanking of coins and mechanical whirring as the sea of people inserted their dollars into, and sometimes took them from, the rows of gambling machines in Caesar's Palace. I had retreated to the bar for a large gin and tonic, having had enough of winning, and then losing, for the time being and was idly watchin...
After Kelli and I finished our nude photo session in the hotel hallway, we joined Amy in the hotel room and decided to kick back and relax for the rest of the evening. As I looked around at our lack of clothing, I determined that we needed more to wear than just tank tops. Some of the stores on the strip stayed open late, but Kelli and Amy wouldn't get off t...