It is a beautifully sunny day. We get up late, have breakfast and then decide to take a drive. We pass lush spring scenery, fields, small towns. Then we start seeing signs for an outlet mall...big signs listing all the stores...all the wonderful places to spend money and time. You are not too thrilled by it. You would rather get home for basketball. I scoot...
Atlantic City. The playplace by the sea. Sure, its not what it used to be at its heyday, but its still a nice place to go to get away every so often, and just have some quality time with each other. Samantha and I were very much in need of a getaway, as it was almost two years since we snuck of for an 'us' weekend. This was a special week-end, as it was our...
Eating a doughnut and making it look like you're doing nothing more than just that is surprisingly harder than it looks. Or then again, maybe it just seems that way because you're trying not to look suspicious, which of course makes you think that you're doing exactly that, even though, I mean come on, you're just eating a doughnut, for Christ's sakes. I was...
FOREWORD A thousand thanks to Julie for her silent contributions. Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer's to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and...
It wasn't a hard decision. In art school, I had taken many Life drawing classes which used a nude model. I didn't really have an qualms about my body so I figured it was no big deal. Besides, you try making a living as a potter. I really needed the extra cash, and it was a lot for a couple of hours lying around naked. I arrived at his studio in my ripped up...
Upon their arrival, the gym was packed with sweaty bodybuilders of every shape and color, pumping iron without effort. Darla met Isabella in the women's locker room, who knowingly asked, "how was the machine?" Darla then said, "it broke me! I'm a slave to it! Now I know what sex addiction is, and I love it!!!" Isabella then told Darla how tonight would pro...
Eddie shakes herself back to the present, blinking yet another onslaught of tears from her golden eyes. She turns and walks to the far side of the room and pulls the velvet cord which hangs there, a deep toned bell ringing in answer from somewhere deep within the Manse Farsalas, home of her kin for ages untold. A moment, or perhaps only a breath pass before...
AUTHORS NOTE: While not a fan of multiple POV, the story concept felt best served by both perspectives. Written for a great fan. You know who you are, B. Enjoy. * The chirp of the cell phone pulled her from the edge of sleep. She knew it would be him before she saw his name. "Hey, you," she greeted. "What time is it there?" "A little after seven." She al...
Blimey! This was a bit old school! Piper at the door, dark wood everywhere, pictures, trophies, stewards in uniform; lots of money here. Very, very old golf club, so stuck in the past they probably don't even allow women members. Hadn't been invited to the church service, why would I be? Friend of a friend of the bride; although I had actually met the bride...
After catching John and his girlfriend Jayne in a little extracurricular behind his wife's back, I knew I had the old boy in a spot. I'm not really a bloke that would ordinarily take advantage of another man's bad fortune but this fella' seemed to enjoy my having my way with him. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that the chap was "bi" the way he sucked my c...