I have been napping. The stuffy darkness of the guest room greets me with black on black, and I can barely see my own hands. Downstairs the house is alive with the rest of the family. The whole family. My daughter will have arrived with her husband Todd by now - I think I can almost hear his deep voice from the busy kitchen. Sara and John and the children mu...
"Kiss me, Jeni," the blonde girl whispered. "Kiss me now, or I'll go crazy!" "I can't!" Jeni protested, pushing her friend gently away. "Not with that creature staring at us." The blonde sat back, glowering across the tavern to the far wall, where three female soldiers lounged around a small table. They wore short skirts and sleeveless waistcoats of faded...
"I need help. I'm in trouble. Please come to my apartment," said the voice on the answering machine. Cindy sighed. It was her twin sister Candy's voice on the machine and it wasn't the first time she had called for help. However, there was a certain desperation in her voice this time. The two sisters were physically identical in every way, but not in perso...
The following material is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. This work may not be distributed for profit, in any form, without the written permission of the author or his agent. * * * * * "Rodney, Rodney, I won, I won!" It was my wife screaming into the phone so loud that I thought everyone at work could hear her. Not that...
"You are kidding?" I shouted at the van driver as he walked to his vehicle; "Seriously...you are just leaving them there?" He continued ignoring me even though I had my hands on my hips and I was tapping my foot on the pavement, to show him that I was really angry. "At least have the courtesy to bloody answer me!" My blood was boiling as he slammed the back...
This is the sixth tale about a fictional weekend of sexual adventure starring Donna. Watching Donna Play (my first Literotica submission) was followed by Donna Plays in the Shower; Donna Michelle and Me; Donna Plays the Next Day and Watching Donna in the Sauna. The event take place in order, but each is written as a stand-alone story. If you wish, read this...
The week following our Sunday motel fuck session was long and dull. We continued to mow lawns and do yard work. It was now October and we realized that with the summer heat and rain gone, we wouldn't be mowing as many lawns as we had been. This was OK with us as we had really been overworking ourselves. While this meant a little less money, it also meant mo...
Part three: The lessons begin The next morning, Jim pedaled his mountain bike along the neighborhood streets to Dr. Winderly's home. It was in a part of town that was just now becoming hip again. She bought the house four years ago when she landed the job at the university. A bequest from her grandmother made the down payment possible. Now the neighborhood...
What a fuck up! It’s taken almost a week, but I am happy to say I am a free man again. Fucking Columbians were able to keep the legal wheels to a crawl; Chang my lawyer had been keeping me up to speed on the occurrences. The fucking charges were, in my opinion, misfiled on purpose, so when the judge looked at them, and he could not pass judgement, so the cha...
We pulled into a gas station on I 10, right where it meets I 55. We had been driving all morning, and we needed some fuel for the truck and something cold for us to drink. We pulled up next to a pump. I got out and started to pump the gas, while Sue got out and went in to the store for a couple of cold drinks. The freeway was crowded. It was the Memorial Da...