At the hospital Martin was off the ventilator and was out of the intensive care unit. I sat beside his bed while he slept and thought about my life and if I would be ending it alone, or basically alone, as this man was. When I looked up Martin was awake and looking at me and when he feebly reached out with his hand I took it in mine and we simply sat there i...
------------------- *Author's Note* Considering the positive response, I received from my first posting, I've decided to try this again -- just because. The following is a 'sanitized' version of something else I've written. I recently came to understand that because of 'rules' I will probably never be able to post it - anywhere - in its current form. So......
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are above 18 years old. * 38 year old James Rosenshield lived with his wife Michaela and their two children in Stockholm, the capital city of Sweden. He was the son of a real estate developer and an architect. Michaela was the daughter of an investment banker and a private jet pilot. As a consequence, they both had...
This is my first story ever in the erotic category. I have been an avid Literotica reader for almost 5 years now. I have admired the stories here for so long and really wondered how all of the vivid minds here do it. So a few years ago I decided to try to write a story, mostly to battle my introvert-ism. So here is the extroverted hunk I have always wanted...
Jason was sent to my office after what was really a minor infraction of the school rules - having a box of 200 cigarettes in his locker that was seen by a janitor and reported to me. I knew Jason, a member of the rugby first team and a boy (or young man, rather, as he turned eighteen at the start of the school year), was not a smoker. He had far too much pri...
Christmas, 1992 Linda: I love you. I love making love to you. I love rubbing your back as you are lying face down on the bed, rubbing your shoulders first, then the small of your back, then back up to your shoulders and down again, a little further every time, gradually reaching your hips and ass. Back up a little, bring my hands along your sides, slide...
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Authors Note. I hope I placed this under the right section and I would like to let the reader know that this is a slow starting story. ***** After going through a horrible divorce where I lost my house, my car and the right to see my son for more than once a month, I decided to look into my ancestry. I'm over six feet tall with broad shoulders. My hair i...
About three years ago I had realised one of my great desires to visit Lapland. I was enchanted by the thought of the midnight sun, the huge lakes and snow-capped peaks. I coincided my visit with midsummer day as I also wanted to sample the strange Swedish custom of dancing round the maypole and eating strawberry cake. I had opted to fly to Stockholm from Lon...
Your name is Tarissa. You are a young human woman living in a village near the border of the Kingdom of Rimalla. The village exists to trade with the neighbouring Arachne. In good periods, the Arachne make excellent trading partners, producing high quality silk clothing and uniquely enchanted equipment. They tend to be fairly reclusive, preferring not to str...