Tim had known Joan for most of his life, she had been his Mum's best friend for as long as he could recall and he had grown very fond of 'Aunty Joan' as she became known over the years. He had never been sure of her exact age but he guessed she was now in her late-50's. She was a lovely woman, full-figured and attractive, with gorgeous legs, which she liked...
(This story was inspired by a story by Imstillfun. I've contacted him and he has given his blessing for this inspired tale.) * It was a big night for both of us. We were standing outside a house we'd never been to before. There was nothing special about it. Just a house, but it became special to me, special beyond imagining. We were here because a friend...
The League of Extraordinary Women - Part 2 This is a restart/ recast/ renewal of a series I abandoned a few years ago. * Shirley was pleased with the turnout at La Leche League on the cold, snowy evening. The last of the women were finishing up pumping. The group discussion session was over and Shirley began to think about the "special" group that met up...
This is a true story. It was a dark and stormy night. OK, not really, but it may as well have been. It was the first day of the return leg of an awful bi-directional cross-country move in our box truck. The driving itself was only mildly unpleasant; it was the unrelated circumstances forcing the moves behind the misery. The trip west originated in Tampa, w...
Charlotte was early in her career as a motor sports presenter. Her beautiful eyes, long dark hair and smoking body had opened doors for her. At only 23 she was the main presenter in the pit lane for all of the support races for Formula One for a major TV company. If things kept going the right way for her she could be presenting major sporting events in a fe...
"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident." ― Arthur Schopenhauer The cactus outside the sex cinema was more twisted than the belief Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump actually care about us. I sat in a bug-baked jalopy, gazing through the greasy windshield at t...
If there's anything more sexy and exciting for a closeted sissy than dreaming about being a woman on your knees getting ready to serve a big black muscleman, it's actually having the balls to go out there and make it a reality. It happened to me! I was married, to a hot sexy girly-girl Filipina. When we got married I was still trying to be in denial about my...
It was nearing midnight, and I was standing alone in front of a large, wrought-iron fence. A large, etched, steel sign on the fence read Ridley Graveyard - No Trespassers. Every time I came to the graveyard, this sign reminded me that what I was doing was illegal. But it didn't bother me; my midnight strolls through Ridley's were the only things that kept me...
Written purely for laughs for a girlfriend. But she wants to see her name on Literotica, so here goes. Don't expect great literature in this one. Gary Farnham paced back and forth across his living room, with cell phone in hand. He knew full well that neither the inquiries he was making nor the rut he was trampling into his carpet would accomplish anyth...
"It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning." ― Henry Ford Frime: It's that filmy grime on every condiment bottle, in every greasy spoon, on the planet. You feel it when you grab ketchup at Waffle House, or wrap your sweaty pal...