I have just finished two long days of wheeling and dealing in Wilmington, Delaware. Before driving home to Philly, I decide to unwind, enjoy a little repast as I wait for the rush hour traffic on 95 to ease. So at 5:45 I enter the Green Room of the Hotel du Pont and am seated in the plush dinning room at a table for two quickly transpose to a table for one....
For my 101st submission to Literotica, I thought it would be fun to create a "Hot 100", amazing stories across many categories that have enriched my life. I did not duplicate the stories from my earlier offering, The Ten Best Stories On Literotica, so there are 110 choices in all to whet your appetite. In the classic "Hit Parade" style,...
I have been writing on this site for a short while and I am amazed at some of the comments left for people about their stories. I have even been shocked at the personal attacks on my own writing. Why must people blast a writer for writing about a topic that obviously pisses "said" reader off before they have even read the story? Loving Wives category is the...
Dear Laurel, Manu, fellow authors and my Literotica readers, The end of another year is drawing to a close. And this year is not just the end of another year, but of an era it seems. If the rumors are true and 2014 was the final year for Survivor, then I feel that the words of country singer Tim McGraw says it best... The ending of an era and the turning o...
I don't know about you, but there are a couple story types that I often read about but believe they could never happen to me. Like meeting a girl in a bar and taking her outside to my car and banging her in the back seat soon after meeting her. A great fantasy, but in reality, not very possible. I've often wondered about those stories of the poker parties...
Cara hid among the dense bushes and trees watching silently as a group of men traveled along the road that cut through the forest. Each of the five men was dressed in elaborate plate mail armor and carried swords with them, but one of them wore armor of bright gold and carried a sword adorned with jewels. They all seemed on edge disturbed by something and ju...
I've been reading at this site for a while now, and I can't think of a better place to learn some of life's most important lessons. I consider this a self-help site. I've learned so much I feel honor-bound to repay the good deeds and share some of the most important lessons for those readers and writers who have had difficulty deciphering the subtle nuances...
Authors Note: This and future stories to come are true accounts from my wife's previous experiences. She has been very open over the years in sharing details about previous relationships and specific encounters. While never told as salacious stories (as mine are here), over many conversations I have gathered and mentally cataloged a great deal of detail abou...
It is December Twenty-Sixth. The refrigerator is full, most of the dishes washed. The older children have dispersed to their lives of work and college. The new has not yet worn off the younger ones' toys. And I just finished a goal that I have been striving to do for four years. Not a bad way to end the year (a lot better than the rig-a-ma-roar that was made...
The Forward had been easy to write – essentially just a statement about my writing career to date and how the stories selected for the anthology were received by the public and by critics both then and now. Two new tales had been crafted for the anthology, and my editor was highly impressed with both. The Afterword, however, was proving to be quite a stres...