My next encounter with Claire was about a month later. She had turned 19 since then and I had recommended her for a full-time job as a coordinator in a different department with our company. I'm told she had backed down on her college course load to work with us full-time. To the wise elders it looked as if she might go husband hunting instead of getting a l...
This is in continuation of my story of Halala of my Virgin Cousin. The tale of my first sexual adventure, which I narrated to my wives and sisters-in-law on their insistence to know about my prior sexual life. Up to the age of eighteen, I had remained in perfect ignorance of all those sex related matters, which careful parents are always anxious to concea...
This is a continuation of my first story "The Beginning". Thanks to all the feedback. I have tried to improve.. Please keep your comments coming.. The other guys then one by one colored my face and in return I put color on them. There were 5-6 of them, and a few were bold enough to go beyond my neck. I was a little taken aback, but for some reason extreme...
PROLOGUE This story takes place in a future world where Radical Feminist politicians have stunningly taken control of all levels of US government. The Progressive Party had not only captured the Presidency with the first female President, but also the Senate and the Congress. More women had been elected than ever before and in fact, there were more women in...
We're quite possibly never going to meet IRL, that's one of the reasons why we've been able to be so candid with each other, why we've never felt any need to hold back. No shame, no hypocrisy. The geographic distance is not the true reason, a mere two-hour drive wouldn't have kept us apart, but the social pressures would make impossible anything but, at most...
How a knockout eighteen year old becomes obsessed with older men of wealth and power, but especially a lust for men with enormous cocks. My name is Kacy. I am eighteen years old and am about to graduate from High School. Growing up I came from a broken home. Well, not a home but actually a run-down trailer park. My father, who I never met, ran off before I...
If you didn't look down, the powder almost felt like you were walking through snow. But it wasn't cold. It had a soft, silky feeling similar to when a cat rubbed your leg. Holding the cloth tight to my face to keep out the dust, I made my way through the darkening afternoon towards the old truck sitting beside the tall wagon it towed. Colored like a circus...
During my years of reading and writing Literotica stories I've noticed ways in which the Literotica Universe differs from ours, finally deciding it would be fun to write them down. I hope you enjoy. If this was a story and had characters, any characters engaged in sexual activities would be eighteen years of age or older. Insofar as it is a story with chara...
Thank you for choosing to read Last Men Standing (LMS), the third chronological story in The Holden Chronicles (HC). Last Men Standing is about a man's understanding of a curse that has been recognized as a blessing in all the generations of the family. This story chronicles his experiences in trying to change his life ultimately. This is the first chapter w...
Post Office Part 2. (Julie's story) "I'll take you out for dinner tonight!" he said boldly. Derek was about fifty, arrogant, posh, well off and honestly a bit of a prat that liked the sound of his own voice. He wasn't attractive but always well groomed. He clearly spent too much money on kitsch clothing and gaudy accessories. Brightly coloured shirts and...