What does it mean when the phone rings in the dead of night? When the household is silent except for quiet, regular breathing and the darkness is pierced only by tiny points of yellow moonlight through the blinds? Has there been as accident? Is someone very sick? Always when that shrill ring wakes a sleeper, a pulse begins to race. The phone was on the nigh...
My name is Ann, I am 45 years old, and I live with my husband and family in a small village in the Lake District. I do not work; I leave it to my husband to provide for us. He has a very well paid job. A couple of weeks ago I made a surprise visit to one of my friends in the village. She lives in a house down a quite country lane which is surrounded by a...
Madge and I had been dating for only two weeks, so I was surprised when she invited me over to her place to watch Gigli. Sure, our first few dates had gone well, but we had progressed very little sexually. She was a redhead with quite the appetite, and years of degradation in school had given her a low self-esteem. After growing up with the constant stream o...
Mrs. Rosselli could roll a meatball and grind out pasta like no one else. And her sauce was always on the stovetop simmering in one pot or another. She was a woman from the old country and she believed in three things: The Pope, her family and good Italian food. She was 50 years old and a widow for three years before her children finally convinced her to h...
Sex is hungry work. The easy answer is to nip to the fridge and grab a pot of yogurt to spoon over each other but there is nothing as restorative home cooking. And why get dressed? Almost everything is more fun to do when you are doing it naked. I am assuming that the urge to cook naked will come upon you when you are already naked; in search of an inter-...
"Fantastic watermelon, I must say!" Rick told me with obvious appreciation of my choice of dessert. "Yes, well, few foods combine deliciousness with health benefits quite like this," I grinned while Jessica put her hands on both mine and his. "Honey, babe..both of you, I meant what I said. I want to have an affair with Bruno. I want it to be with Rick's...
Once upon a time is a stupid way to begin a story. And nobody, absolutely nobody in the history of the world has ever lived ever after, happily or otherwise. It's all nonsense. The fact is, "once upon a time" is just another way of saying "I'm skipping a lot of important bits to get to the fun part." Which is fine. A proper story starts somewhere in the mi...
This is not a story just about Atlantic Salmon fishing, it's a factual remembrance of happenings past and the unbridled passions of the girl I love!! (names have been changed). * * * * * My wife, Virginia, and I had been driving continuously for over eighteen hours in a mad dash to get to our favorite Atlantic Salmon river for the season's opening day. Th...
Part 2: In which a thief is tried and tasted. The text below is original content which belongs to the author. This work must not be reproduced either in part or in full without the permission of the author. That said – enjoy! This is my first Literotica submission (as it were), so please let me know what you think! It's a three part story, and all the par...
Note from the author: As I write this note in the wake of coronavirus, we are all worried about our health, the health of our loved ones, and the future of the economy. A few chapters ago, Mariah, obnoxious as always, asked Gabriel why she should do something he was requesting of her. He responded, "It's how friendship works, Mariah. And family. And communit...