She is the best contributor to Literotica. I don't know her and I do know her. I read her stories over and over and when she has taken me to the highest pitches of excitement that her prose can take me to, and when her words are no longer enough, I click on the link to her profile and scroll down until her photograph is on my screen and I wank to Barb's imag...
We were going to go to dinner, my friend and I. I say friend, but I suppose she is more than that, but not my girlfriend -- more accurately, my intimate friend, or my friend with whom I'm intimate....not a fuck buddy, you understand...a buddy I fuck...there is a distinction!! For example, we go to dinner!! So, now that I have cleared that up and you underst...
She could already hear the shower running as she slowly pushed open the heavy wooden door. A wall of heat hit her as soon as she stepped into the steamy changing room from the relatively cool corridor, deep in the bowels of the stadium. Many floors above her in the function suite, her husband and his colleagues on the board of directors were pressing the f...
A Perfect Time with a Perfect Stranger The meetings, the bullshit, and the business part of the day were finally over. It had been one meeting too many, and certainly one heated argument too many for Ricquie. She wondered where the concept of give-and-take had gone. These people were like her last boyfriend Carl, - his way or the highway. She was quite cer...
When, Sally, who had worked for my employers ever since she had left school but, having been redeployed, was to me, the new receptionist, I really took notice. She was an extraordinarily pretty, slim lass, with long blond locks, sparkly blue eyes, a pert nose with a cutely bulbous tip, slightly younger than I and, unfortunately, possessed of an engagement ri...
Author's Note: This story includes a cheating wife, but no husband humiliation. It is mostly a work of fiction. The readers will enjoy this story more if they read my HANDYMAN HANK story first. I set up some background there that is not repeated here. I hope you enjoy it and as always, your comments are welcomed. Chapter 02 (Miss Peggy) "What'cha working...
This is a sequel to The Janitor's Closet, a story that people either loved or hated with little middle ground. I expect this story will get the same reaction. As usual readers are welcome to leave their opinions and comments and they will not be removed. If you choose to make derogatory comments about me, women in general or people of other races, that's yo...
Living 30kms north of Toronto afforded my wife, Jean and I the peace and tranquility of the country while remaining close to the amenities of the city. We're both 58 years of age and semi retired. Consulting work on a contract basis leaves us lots of free time to indulge our many interests. Our home is a 110 year old farm house that we have completely renov...
Angela picked up the crop, turned and sneered at her husband. Leon, her husband of all of six months, was bound tightly, arms behind his back and on his knees, with his ass up in the air making a perfect target for the vicious crop that she gripped tightly in her right hand. She swished the crop through the air testing its flexibility, marvelling at the sou...
The three parts of this story have been written for (and at the request of!) a great friend and confidant, who can challenge and surprise me like no-one else I know. The scene they describe follows on from a conversation that we weren't able to complete a few weeks ago. At the time She asked me to write something for Her and suggested that I post it here for...