My Wife’s Night Class Ch. 3: Home Improvement Since I had no morning classes to teach on Thursday, I stayed in bed late the day following Nancy’s Wednesday night adventure with Arthur, Jerry, and Dean. Nancy stayed in bed with me long enough to give me a wonderful morning blowjob before heading off in our car to the university for a morning class. Lying in...
-Nelly. -What? -Show me your pussy. -I have no pussy. And for women near 40 is only cunt. -No. You have a pussy. I checked. -I wear stockings? -Why? -Don't you love stockings? Isn't there? -I want to see your pussy Nelly. -Sorry. It seems I lost my ability to understand reality with you. You think I am crazy? I will naked? -Yes. You must...
"A penny for your thoughts? The cat got your tongue? What's wrong Betty? You look so troubled, depressed, and angry. You look like you lost your best friend. Did your dog die? Why would someone as beautiful as you look so glum?" Every man realized it and commented on it, yet no man took the time to truly question it. Her beauty made them forget whatever els...
Sunday morning I awoke to my dream, my formerly virgin sister nestled in my arms. She stirred from her sleep gave me a little peck on the cheek. "Hey lover." She said reaching for a cigarette. She grabbed one of mine and lit it, taking a few drags. She made a silly face as the non menthol smoke entered her. Handing it to me she lit a familiar menthol. Inha...
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18 All usual disclaimers apply This is my first try at writing a story, so any constructive criticism is welcome So lets get in to the story. How did I get here? Sometimes that is the question that most people say when they turn 25 years old and are the single owner of three different boys. No?... just me? Well...
The day had been a long one. Charlie inserted the key into the door of his apartment and stepped inside, his weariness finally catching up with him. He dropped the briefcase in the foyer, dropped his keys in the silver salver dish and headed straight for the bar, fixing himself a potent vodka martini and downing it straight. Turning towards the kitchen, he...
Author's Note: My first exposure to Oggbashan's work was through several collections of his fifty-word stories. He grouped them in batches of fifteen to meet Literotica's 750 word minimum. I was taken by the brevity of the almost poetic form and decided someday to try my hand at it myself. Ogg had been good enough to publish How To Write a Fifty-Word Story b...
After I emptied my wife's ashes into the Pacific I climbed to the top of the rocks and sat for a long time, just staring out to sea. The Fourth of July camping trip to Kalaloch, the beautiful beach on the west edge of Olympic National Park, had been a family tradition since the boys were small. It held many happy memories, and when the damn cancer finally go...
Lady Carneven: I Sitting there against the wall with the woman's head leaning on my breast, I slowly began to realise that my life had just changed forever. I knew it was going to take me quite a while to fully come to terms with what had happened, but I knew I had to. In fact, having a lie down and thinking about it all seemed a good idea right then... I...
This is another Mrs. Jones story but it will have two parts. Each Mrs. Jones story can be read by itself. Comments are always helpful and this character owes a lot to people who sent comments including some who are a lot like Mrs. Jones. Thank you. If you include an email in your feedback, I always try to reply. I hope you enjoy part one. ***** Mrs. Jones...