Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...
"Here you go, Ted. Sit back and enjoy your beer. I've asked you to join me because I've got a story to tell you that's gonna grab your imagination by the balls," I said as I put his beer down in front of him. He and I were seated across from one another in a booth in Ernie's Bar just down the block from the Riverview Athletic Center. We each had a cold draft...
I'm a married man, and for the first 12 years of that marriage, my wife and I had what you might call a pretty unremarkable sex life. I don't mean to denigrate it. We had sex reasonably often and we both enjoyed it, but we never really did anything surprising or noteworthy, anything that would be worth writing a story about. We were just a typical suburban c...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Ethical Dilemmas are: We'll Always Have Paris, Causing a Commotion. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic...
/* This series is a sequel to Neighbors: The Surprise but you really don't have to read the first one to enjoy this one. All characters are of course at least 18 years of age. */ Have you ever had one of those moments, an epiphany of sorts, when you thought that your life was absolutely perfect? Maybe it didn't stay that way -- hell, maybe things even go...
All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ©Andyhm 2015 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I've placed this story in the loving wives category, although it could just as easily be in Romance or Erotic novels. Please let me know if you think I was wrong. But be warned I will delete non-constructive and insulting anonymous...
Scott walked into Jen's office. "Hey Jen," he said. Jen was studying spreadsheets. She briefly looked away from her Mac. "What's up?" she said distracted, her attention returning to the computer screen. "Fun happy hour, huh?" he said, smiling. She froze. Did Scott know about Alec? How could he know? Did Alec say something? She wasn't really concerned abo...
Author's note: The Submissive Cocksucker was the first story I ever submitted to Literotica. It was, and remains, a standalone story, and I never had any intention of writing a sequel. A few readers suggested that I write one, however, and I considered it a great compliment that they wanted to read more about these characters. This story is my gift to those...
The following is a completely fictional account based on true events. Any resemblance between the characters in this story and the real-life people they depict is purely coincidental. May 25, 1972 Fritz Peterson stood on a hill of dirt, amid a field of green, surrounded by a wall of blue fringed along the top with a distinctive gleaming-white façade. He wo...
This is one of those old stories that I wrote many years ago. I came across it and a couple of others recently and I have spent a little time re-writing a lot of this one and adding the ending. The others I will look at as time becomes available. As Always I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course enc...