©2012 Mendon Fishers It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spe...
She lay on the sands of Alameda sunning herself, her back to the behemoth of the Naval Air Station, attempting to ignore its overwhelming presence in her life in that late summer of 1972. Perspiration glistened on her twenty-five year young body, and a sip of beer refreshed her as it slid coolly down her throat. Stephanie tried to think about something, any...
It was only a summer job for Ken Lanzi in the summer of 1970, delivering prescriptions in a beat up old VW bug with a giant pill bottle on the roof. It was easy money and it was fun to drive around all day in a car that he enjoyed beating into the ground, but one day it became something totally different. ********* Chapter One: Summer in the city. It was...
The young man in front of me seemed completely baffled by the self-checkout computer thingy. Having finally mastered the obnoxious device myself, albeit over a long time and with great difficulty and frustration, I felt compelled to step forward and assist the poor lad. I guess I wasn't being altogether altruistic since the store clerk assigned to the cluste...
Since the frist time I saw Joe, I loved him. It was a silly stupid thing, to love someone at frist sight, but I did. Later, I told everyone, never fall for a pretty ass. At the time he was 16 and I was 19, and I felt I was too old for him. So I fixed him up with another girl and they got engaged and since he was happy, I was happy. When I moved to Alaska, I...
My first submission to Literotica. An example of 'super focus:' Marital revenge. Minimal sex. I leave the angst of revenge to those who do it better. I have tried to follow my 'Three C's' of good writing: to be Clear, Concise, and Complete. Conversations have been edited. 1. Exposition All of us have them. Some are universal: your first Indian Restaurant;...
DISCLAIMERS: [This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. But isn't that the whole point of fantasies--what could be? With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirel...
It was fifteen years ago, and the memories of that night still make my dick hard. My wife and brother and I had moved to California, and rented a bungalow in Venice. My brother and I immediately met up with a group of partying people and spent our days and nights out, leaving my wife to tend to the house. With her terrific tan, shapely body, and outgoing per...
This can't be happening. Not now. Not here. It was starting to rain and it was getting dark. My old VW Bug sputtered and chugged along the unfamiliar road. I looked around at the dark buildings on the street. Why did this have to happen to me? Then I saw a light at the end of the block. Oh, thank goodness, I thought as I pulled into the lot just as my Bug ga...
Pt. I - "Hot For Teacher" I got the idea while standing in the detention line, or, as they call it in this all-boys, catholic high school, "JUG", for "Justice Under God". But the jugs I was thinking about at the moment belonged to one Becky Beakman. "Ballbreaker Beakman" was one of the very few female teachers in this temple of testosterone, and she had a c...