Susie woke on Monday morning with excitement throughout her body. Jim would be working in the garden today and she and Jenny would be naked before him. She did not intend to 'fuck the gardener' but she would not object if Jenny did. Jim would have to square his own conscience between himself and Mandy. Before that though she intended to make sure that she an...
by Phillip Johnson Chapter One Hundred Twenty Four Over a year had passed since they had been to Discovery and the four of them got together for an early Saturday dinner. Layla mentioned that she would have a few days off starting the next Friday through the following Monday and she said, "I really need to get away. The last two months have been wicked."...
You should be warned: if you're looking for a quick hit of either romance or sex, this is rather long, about 75,000 words. It travels at a non-blistering pace partly because of the subject matter -- at least in the beginning chapters -- and simply because I wanted to tell a story that took its time more than a short story typically does. If that's...
Thursday Some douche bag drove his overly loud motorcycle past my site at eight fucking fifteen in the morning waking me up with a start. Nikki stirred too. We were in the exact same position we went to sleep in. We were both so tired to even move or pull the comforter on. Nikki reached over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Morning lover." Nikki said. Sh...
This is a shoutout to the folks who say that I can't write a classic "loving wives" story. It also lets me reintroduce some characters from another one of my stories. They were characters who I especially liked and didn't want to lose touch with. Also, you might guess the place where my fictional hero works. So I want to state categorically that, "Even thoug...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
* * * [Many thanks to my volunteer editor LadyVer, whose helpful investment of time made this a much better story.] * * * I was inching my car across the icy parking lot of the Mill Creek Ranger Station when I first saw her: alone on the shoulder of California Highway 38, a pair of skis crooked in one arm, and her thumb pointing up the road toward the mou...
* Lots of thanks to Dawnj for editing! * Spring Jill stood in the front room, looking out over the small parking place she had for visitors. Ever since her marriage had run aground she had been trying to fend for herself -- it hardly made a difference anyway, she thought -- and over the last four years or so the bed & breakfast she'd begun had turned ou...
Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Twenty of Literotica's authors accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings." The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one week f...
The next day Cedric showed up just after Jill and I had finished eating breakfast. We were still drinking coffee out on the patio when he appeared at the gate by the house. I waved and Jill looked over. "Good morning Cedric!" she said and looked at me. "You knew he was coming by, right?" "I did, but I thought it was later. We exchanged texts last night but...