Please note this is completely fictional. I never knew Angela and in no way does her personality reflect what was written here. I completely made it up. In the previous story I was with Angela in a remote quaint cabin. The year is 1984, she is in her upper 50's I am in my early 30's. I first knew her when I was 18-19 years old and she was my next door neig...
As I sit here, naked, I suddenly feel a presence behind me, before I can turn, strong hands grasp me, one entwining in my hair, the other cupping my mouth, stifling my gasp... I try to see who or what has seized me so suddenly and stealthily I struggle but they are too strong for me My hands leave my keyboard and grasp at the strangers hands, but you are...
You can't believe you agreed to this. Your nervousness level rises time and again....but as you get undressed you assure yourself..."She knows the safe word...I can trust her...but what does she have planned?" A little spark of excitement climbs up your spine at not knowing....you become a little wetter and your heart beats just a little faster the more yo...
The next day, the snow was falling faster and thicker. Dave was already up, bringing in more wood for the fire. As he stomped his feet on the mat, Lynn rushed to help by holding the door open for him. It looked like they would be there for at least one or two more days. The weather reports were not good. Dave was able to call on his cell phone and let his wo...
Steve had been feeling horny for days. After he had split up from his last girlfriend he had not thought about sex for weeks, but now that was changing and he couldn't stop his prick getting hard for little or no reason. He tried to keep it under control by masturbating regularly (well, almost daily), but this was no substitute for the real thing, and his pr...
Pamela Howard was my best friend. She acquired that label the day she was assigned the locker next to mine on her first day on the job. We were lab bunnies. The name, "lab bunny," was attached to any female who worked in the lab at Zytech. It didn't matter that it was an antiquated idea; our lab was old school and scoffed at political correctness, when given...
Rachel's Rowdy Rambling Rodeo © Literocat 2013 Perusing an old style porno rag my perv friend Steve gave me, I came to the personal ads and underground activities for the brazenly daring. The blatantly open, tongue-in-cheek, ads were hilarious and kept me reading them. One of the few commercialized ads caught my attention. Under a small photo of a well endo...
Several years ago I made a trip back to my hometown to check on my elderly mother who was hospitalized. I had not lived in the town since my high school days and had lost track of most of my old acquaintances. On one of my first trips to the hospital I heard someone call out the nickname I had in grade school. I turned expecting to see a relative or old frie...
Chapter 01: Stacy I smiled as I pushed open the heavy glass door to the open-air smoking courtyard, nodding my head towards one of the half-dozen plastic and steel tables crowding the patio space underneath the Plexiglas awning. There were maybe seven or eight of my coworkers taking up space on the benches or standing around the table, all friends of mine....
It had been a beautiful day to go on a long motorcycle ride. My boyfriend Brice and I had traveled through the winding roads, stopping at the little bergs along the way, taking in the sights. Shortly before dusk we headed home. Once we got back into town, Brice said he needed to stop by his work to pick up something. I didn't think much about it we often st...