"Honey, I've made reservations for a getaway tonight and already packed a suitcase for you. If you're up for it, we can leave as soon as you're ready." That was quite a way to start off a Saturday afternoon, since lately their conversations were usually filled with the tensions left over from long-running arguments or daily friction. Although she refused to...
Foster Davis had been a widower for just over two years when his daughter and a friend were returning from a semester in France the week before Thanksgiving. Tall, forty-something and in good physical shape with a distinguished touch of gray at his temples and salted throughout his professorial beard, he was lonely for companionship he easily could have had...
Working at a full service high end shoe store in the mall during the week can be a lesson in loneliness. It gets so slow during the day, hours seem like days, and it seems like forever until you get to go home. Having a foot fetish, I thought I could do two things at once; make money, and get my fill of woman's feet. Summer is the best time of the year beca...
Honestly, I don't know how we got here. But I guess that's how most couples go from a vanilla sex life to the specific world we live in now. It started with us joking about a threesome. Jokes. Jokes are never really just jokes, right? I'm pretty certain he brought it up but I probably kept putting drops of gasoline on the fire. It was a matter of time befo...
Preface to Part Ten ***** This part is a bit on the short side. As I mentioned in the preface to part six, I originally started this story for myself and organized it as a simple linear series of dated entries. To satisfy the Literotica 1,500 word minimum I broke the story up into parts. To make the parts of reasonable size but still keep topics together,...
Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such. Chapter Twenty-One: Superstar Starring Taylor Swift Codes: Cons, MF, Maledom, Masturbation, Oral, Roleplay ***** 2019 Cole put down the heavy box with a thud. He looked around at the bookshelves in Taylor's study and the empty shelves she'd m...
All persons in this story are at least 18 years old. ***** Kammie is my wife and she is amazing. She looks like she just stepped out of the pages of a magazine and there is no doubt I am a lucky man. When we were first married we were like most couples and short on money but we got by. One day she informed me that she needed some new bras. This wasn't a wa...
It was in the second year of my collegiate sports career that I met Sandra. She was a freshman runner for Davidson Bible College, based among the scenic leaves and caterpillars of southern Virginia. My previous year of experience amidst the co-ed cross-country racing circuit had been unsurprising; indeed, it seemed terribly similar to the high school scene,...
The front door opens. Just a crack. The gold-plated security chain pulls tight. A face peeks past the edge tilted at a forty-five-degree angle. A waterfall of straight, black hair rushes down several inches past her shoulders angling away from her face. Her deep, dark eyes intriguing in their blackness. "Brandon?" she quizzes. "Yes. Brandon Beasley. . . Di...
Disclaimer: This is my first ever story, and I know it's not particulary good. My next stories will be chapter based with a little more depth. Feel free to critisize this to death. ***** It was a pretty brisk summer morning that day. The sun was shining but there was a cold wind snapping through that made Jade shiver as she stepped out onto her porch, wear...