THE LITEROTICA OLYMPICS: DAY 10 Rest Day: Doping Scandal Report Olympic Sports Journal: Literotica athletes give doping new slant B. Tulip Amsterdam Scientists from the University of Amsterdam will publish an astonishing find in The Lancet next week. Their research was aimed at the effect of vitamins and minerals on athletic performance, but they ha...
My wife left the local newspaper on the kitchen table opened to the obituaries. My aunt had passed away at the ripe old age of 93. I was never fond of my Aunt but I would attend the funeral anyway. As I was turning the page, I saw an article and when I read the name, I reread the article just to be sure: "...named by Board of Regents to the post of...."...
I was ambivalent about going to the party on Saturday night. First of all it was a Halloween party and I wasn't much up for that this year for some reason and second of all my wife had invited her sister to go with us and then got sick and she couldn't go. She insisted that her sister and I go anyway and all in all I really just wasn't up for it. I did a h...
Olivia leaned her elbows on the gunnel, the sea wind buffeting the hem of Charles' shirt over the full curve of her bottom as she scanned the horizon. Charles could not help but scan her body as she leaned on the rail. Her breasts swinging low against the loosely laced neck of the blouse, the soft collar flapping against her neck slowly in the breeze. Her lo...
Foreword I enjoy fantasizing improbable things. Good, bad, or sexy. My boyfriend is a sexy, sexy man. His name isn't Bert, but you don't need to know his name. He's blond in the summer when he doesn't wear a hat, about 5'8 with a narrow waist and only slightly hammy cyclist legs and a cute butt. He's got blue eyes and a tip tilted nose, and his smile is tro...
There's nothing better than fucking a married woman. Nothing. The chase, the struggle to do the right thing and giving in to the wrong thing, the secrets and danger: nothing makes me feel more alive. Whenever I met a married woman at work, at Barnes & Noble, I sized them up as to fuckability. None had interested me until she arrived. She became cafe manager...
The soft sound of a light-jazz saxophone solo teased Donna awake. She rolled over and pressed the snooze button on the alarm clock, then curled back up and pulled the covers tight under her chin. The alarm clock was set ten minutes early, that meant two extra five-minute snoozes. They felt wonderful. At six o'clock, she pushed back the sheets and swung her...
A fantasy for Breanna. * "Nice ass, baby!" "Whoop!" You turn around to look, and there they are: four guys about your age, standing around smoking and drinking from a metal flask. One of them, a well-built man with a large hooked nose, looks you in the eye and licks his lips. You don't really know whether to be outraged or flattered. You decide on a li...
I'm sure every guy has had a girl like the one featured in this story in their lives at one time or another. This was a girl I really liked a lot and was absolutely in love with only to learn she's nothing but a bitch whore. The girl's name is Sara. Sara worked with me at my job for maybe six months before she ended up getting fired. To be honest there are...
The movement of the water far below me was almost hypnotic, even though the mood of the sea was clearly an angry one. Successive foam-flecked waves squeezed into the tiny cove and raced to a shattering conclusion when they crashed into the uneven rocks; each roaring crash producing a cascade of droplets that momentarily formed circular patterns of white frot...