Hastings cursed as he viewed the Literoticum's "Survivor Contest ScoreCards" list. He was number 10 on the list. TENTH PLACE! After all his hard work, the sleepless nights he stayed awake, working on his stories; writing, rewriting, perfecting, and nurturing them as you would a small child. He knew 10th place was nothing to be ashamed of, but he also knew h...
(This is the second part of the story since some thought it was unfinished.) * "Gerald, can you do me a favor?" Gerald looked down at Megan after coming off his euphoric state. He noticed the erotic picture before him of an unattainable woman with his own seed spilt over her sweetly endowed rack and could feel the rebar hardness returning to his member. Ju...
It was tough living in the Bronx. Though I am an Afro American I have always been the butt of racial jokes. I am small built unlike others of my race and I must concede I am no Michael Jordan. In fact I am more like Michael Jackson. In fact I hardly look like the archetypical black. The only thing, which I feel ashamed off, is the unusually large size of my...
I had one foot up on the sofa as I painted my toenails a bright shade of red. Bert, sitting opposite me, had a fantastic view up my dressing gown and to the bulge of my swollen pussy in the gusset of my underwear. My 21-year-old hole was soaked with my juices thanks to my blatant display, and my 82-year-old housemate no doubt had a rigid hard-on straining hi...
Our garden grows on with the special love and attention Karen has given it, when we went on vacation Bill the neighbor quickly offered to water it for us. Bill and Wanda had moved in several years ago and we had become fast friends, Bill was retired at sixty, and Wanda was fifteen years his junior and worked in town. She is pretty close to Karen and my age,...
After the night of teasing my neighbors' 18 year old son by pleasuring myself in front of the window I decided it felt too good to not do it again. It ended up almost becoming a regular practice for me to put on something sexy and sit down in the chair in my spare room and pleasure myself. I never actually saw my neighbors' son looking through the window, bu...
For the next three days I heard nothing from Paula, which was a little unusual as we generally chatted on the phone most days. I was becoming concerned that I may have offended her and scarred our relationship, and I began kicking myself for my foolishly brazen behaviour. However late on the third I answered the phone and was relieved to hear Paula's voice,...
The day was a scorcher. Too hot for any New Yorker to bear on a regular basis but just about average for a hot day in Scottsdale. Lisa was my college sweetheart and for five years we were inseparable. Independently wealthy and recently divorced, Lisa was the object of many warm and wet thoughts in recent months. Finally an overnight layover on a business tri...
Bonnie checked her watch. It was 10 o'clock. Bess should be up by now. She knocked on the door and then entered. "Bess, you up?" "Yeah," Bess answered, "in the kitchen." Bonnie entered the kitchen to find Bess seated at the table, sipping on a cup of hot tea. She was wearing a silk robe, loosely tied. The 5 hundred-dollar bills were stacked in the center o...
You know London, it's love or hate it. Some will say it's a shithole with a nice centre, some will say it's the best city in the world. Personally I don't go as far as loving it, I just like London. It's better than many other places and as well worse than others. But it's not of London that I mean to tell tonight, rather of something that happened there....