This is the second part of a three-part story, as you probably could have guessed by the title. Please read the first part before reading this one. Although this part could stand on its own, you'll have much more insight into the characters if you start at the beginning. Like many of my stories this one takes time to develop the characters before getting t...
Author's note. I want send out a big and whole hearted thank you to PapaGus. His editing prowess and valuable input undoubtedly improved this story by far. I know the chat session bugged the shit out of him, but I patterned one side of it like a good friend, except I made it readable, because if you don't know my buddy and chat with him often, you have no cl...
This is a romance, but hopefully it is not too sentimental. There some more adventurous things through the story, but is also quite a slow burn. I love comments, but I ask that you log in. I got sick of anonymous sniping comments that were mostly just nasty so I disabled that option. Please enjoy. ***** The neighbourhood I grew up in was one of those co...
Things were funny between Aubrey and Kevin over the next few months, ever since Aubrey discovered Kevin's big secret. Anytime she saw him she gave him this amused smirk, like 'I know something about you no one else does.' He would feel awkward about it, but also enjoyed it a great deal. Aubrey never hung out with Kevin that much, but did in fact see him w...
3. Nancy Sets Up an Appointment with Eddie. We got home at about 3:15. Promptly at 4:00 o'clock, as we sat in the living room splitting a bottle of wine, Nancy's cell phone rang. I sat next to her on our couch as she talked to Eddie. I heard her explain how the studio she'd rented to use in her practice wouldn't be ready for a few days. Would he like an a...
.::Most of the parts of this work of fiction are true...mostly the sexual scenes::. It was in that moment, where I stood eying him in his towel, that I knew I would be a slut. Which is exactly why I'd like to nominate myself for the sin, 'Lust'. Sure, I was a scared little virgin then, but that doesn't mean I didn't have the instincts of a raging ho-bag. I...
This is a mere prologue. Sure, it's got some dusty parts, but mostly it's just an explanation of a few things, not actually an all-out dirty story. If you want stories so dirty that you'll need extra time in the bath afterwards, you naughty little perv you, skip ahead! But if you're here to put the "liter" in literotica, read on, my friend, read on. (Later,...
Prologue * * * * * To: Cardinal Aldous From: Dr. Luten Fabbrizi Date: 5.16.07 Re: Requested Information Cardinal, As you know the weather in the alps has been horrendous for the past several days, however, last night at approximately 2:34am we had a window of opportunity open and we were finally able to view the area you had inquired about. What we f...
A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learn...
*Everyone in this story is at least 18 or older* ***** Jack couldn't wait for the bell ring so he could go home and masturbate. He hit snooze too many times this morning so he didn't have time to rub one out before walking to school and his cock had been aching all day. To make matters worse it seemed like every girl had worn leggings that day and while it...