(Chapter 15) "He Looked Familiar" (circa-1982) When Brenda Morton entered a room her tits came first and the rest followed. "Come inside," she invited, her words breathed in a soft seductive whisper, her eyes taking a quick tour over the smart young man old enough to be her son. "I was expecting someone older," she said. "Please take that age thing as a...
Wife's in Baton Rouge for work; she steps out in New Orleans ** My discovery began innocently enough. I don't pry; I'm a trusting soul, or at least I thought I was. I was wrong, however, as events proved. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but curiosity worked in my favor, this time. Susie had asked me to help her with her computer. Susie is a cute lit...
BD's Story Chapters 7 and 8 Prologue Written by Stan It was a little more than two years later when we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had received the stories from each of the participants and we had ongoing exchanges about the project. No one but me had seen any submiss...
My new wife Dina and I stepped out of the chilly evening snow into the warm home of my high school friend Rich. His wife, Tina, greeted us with great hugs, exclaiming "I feel like we are old friends." Tina is obviously not shy, nor reserved, as she looked down at Dina's erect nipples saying, "and you either feel the same or are very cold." Rich and I were be...
Gonad the Barbarian: The Early Years Between the days when the waters drank Atlantis (they also sipped Mu, chugalugged Lemuria, and sort of gulped down a couple of really decent tourist islands), and the rise of the sons of Eros, was a time when shining kingdoms were strewn over the lands. To these lands came Gonad the Barbarian to lay the kingdoms and to w...
The hot sun blazed down over the clear skies of the Utah flat lands, with no visible cloud cover it caused heat to radiate off the earth for miles in every direction, a wavy after effect from moisture evaporating gave the optical illusion of water in the distance just out of reach of the thirsty. Something the digger knee deep in the ground wished he had at...
Part 1: Death is not only the mother of beauty as the poem goes but also the mother of opportunity... So it was with the passing of a favorite Aunt who left this mortal realm one damp Autumn morning in October. The mourning days passed as my mother grieved for a beloved sister as her life became fond memories told as stories to those of us left behind. Tim...
Being homeless sucks but my old bird just can't live in a place with walls and doors. I think it has to do with her being locked away so much when she was young. I love her so whatever she wants is what we do. Sometimes, it's not to bad, but if you want to have a piece of ass, there's just no place to do it and she really does like to fuck. Once in a whi...
Edited by Ntropy586 * * * * * * I've always heard that most of us only use forty to fifty percent of our brain power. I'm not sure that's true. I think that for the most part we just wander through our lives on autopilot until something shocks us into awareness and then we process with almost awesome efficiency. Let's look at my situation in particul...
This is an odd little story, almost a one-off, involving the strangely thrilling Halloween that once befell one of Elizabeth Sheely's more minor sexual toys. As always, you can easily enjoy this whether or not you've read any of the rest of my stories. I've posted it here as an entry in Lit's Halloween contest, so please check out all the other entries and v...