This is my very first ever attempt at writing my own story. I had a lot of fun writing it and think it is at least entertaining and amusing, and I hope you will find it so as well. All sexual interactions are between characters 18 years of age or older. I took inspiration from many sources, as I have been an avid reader of Literotica for over 10 years and mo...
"The citizens of the great State of Mississippi," Stuart Whitman loved the sound of that phrase each and every time he said it in front of a television camera, "must be certain that the gaming industry they have voted for is run cleanly, fairly, and transparently. Beyond the reach of organized crime, answerable to the people. And as Attorney General, it is m...
Author's Note: As I mentioned in the note to the first chapter, I intend for my Mailgirl tale to be more graphic than ones previously authored. This chapter has the Mailgirl hallmarks of public nudity, exhibitionism and voyeurism, but it also has elements of Non-Consent/Reluctance as well as an explicit sexual encounter. Please consider this your disclaimer...
I put the letter in my purse, still fuming. "Relax, Vicki. You knew this would happen," Fiona sent me. "What was that," Mark asked. "The man who sexually harassed me over the summer is suing me," I said. "The THESE TITS guy?" Of course, Jessica said that a little too loud, which got a bunch of tables looking at me. Her father glared at her. "You kicked hi...
Felicity Grahame was the 35-year-old wife of the local parson in a small English town. She had no children of her own but was a stepmother to her husbands 22 year old son from a previous marriage, the first wife had runaway with the church organist when the son Robert was only 1 year old. She had met her Husband Edward at the church fellowship and had agreed...
Miles took the highway back to the winery, and the drive was faster, but less scenic. When they arrived, he drove past the parking lot and pulled into the little lot, parking next to his truck. "The good news is," he said to Ana, '"No one is here." "Aren't you closed?" "Yes, but I mean no one else - no Jimmy and Brandon, but they're going to see Jack, I...
The following is a continuation of two stories, "Justice Ch. 01: Amos and Andrea" and "The Camp Ch. 03: The Coward." To understand the full context of what is taking place here, I suggest you read those two stories first. Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would...
Chapter Ten -- Sea Daddies and Sea Mommies Seaman Michael Nyland graduated from Recruit School in March 1974 and was immediately posted to HMS Raleigh to commence training as a Writer; a sailor specialising in pay, personnel matters and administration. He was glad to see the back of HMS Chelmsford; Spike and the three other Leading Recruits had passed out...
Monday morning and as part of his usual routine Michael goes by the dry cleaners to drop off his clothes from the week before. He walks in to see Anne the drycleaner behind the counter sorting tickets. She looks up and smiles. Anne: Good morning Michael! Michael: Good morning to you too Anne, how was your week? A: Busy, nothing very exciting. (Walks into...
Layna laid there on the couch, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at me. It was about 6:30pm. She had a date in a half-hour: Her best friend Jason. Needless to say, I was jealous and worried. Yes it was my daughter that I had touched, loved, seen but she had become more of a woman since the first time and I couldn't get enough. I was worried, but then I th...