How did we meet? I'd been writing my stories for Literotica and he loved to read the ones posted in the Group Sex section. It started with my 'Thank you' emails for your feedback and progressed to regular emails from my yahoo account. We would exchange little bits and pieces regarding our normal everyday life and family; this progressed to IM and then chat....
Janice walked hand in hand with Frank as they picked their way down the sandy path. The night air was still warm and the sound of the rolling waves echoed in the darkness. She was excited and she felt it tingling through her skin. Tonight they were going to make love on the beach. The darkness would shroud them and the rolling ocean waves would mask her moan...
The managers in our New York office had sent me to our Cleveland plant to work with the people there on a production problem. It would be just a week, the managers told me, maybe two at the most, but here it was, a month later, and I was just now winding things up and getting ready to head for home. The Cleveland plant wasn't actually in Cleveland, but was...
My travels resumed with a vengeance. The following Friday I returned to find Linda having her period. Uncomfortable and irritable, she invoked the "if I can't have it, neither can you" model of familial relations. I flew off again. She picked me up at the Marta station the next Friday. "Jack, you don't look too good." "It must have been the lunch I ate. I'...
Joanne Wallman had forgotten what it felt like to be happy. She had been walking in the same path over and over so many times that she no longer knew where she was going, if anywhere at all. A life where her children had made up her entire life, where nothing else would exist. It was when the children had move out, leaving her in an empty world of her own, t...
This is true story. I did not create it in my mind; borrow from other stories or authors. What you are about to read is how my sexy ass wife of 12 years made one of my fantasies come true. I can't help but to be long winded at times when I am describing things but I feel every detail must be mentioned because this is also, aside from my memory, the only reco...
The days can be long when working at a bank as a teller So much monotony to the work -- cashing one check after another, writing out money orders and cashier's checks, making sure all the mothers with antsy kids have lollipops packaged with their change -- and when you have to look at the clock every few minutes, it just makes the days go all the longer. So...
The day after Molly and Martha had turned the tables on Charlie, seemed to have a lot of tension in the air. Neither Charlie nor Molly mentioned it all day on Sunday. Monday morning they were up, dressed, had a bite of breakfast, and both left for work. Molly worried all day, if turning the tables on Charlie had been a mistake. But he had said that he want...
Shelly looked around at the disorganized mess that was her new home. There were boxes everywhere, some opened, some empty, still others untouched. Wadded newspaper wrappings were scattered across the floor of every room. Unpacked stuff was strewn everywhere, only a small fraction of it even in the correct room. She sighed, overwhelmed by the disorganized clu...
I walked into the crowded restaurant more than a little apprehensive. It had been several weeks since Matthew and I had seen one another - weeks fraught with tension and distance. It is not the distance of miles between us that had been the issue - although that in itself has been a challenge. No the distance that had erupted between us like a smoldering vol...