For the next few days, Rose stepped warily around the house; but she didn't need to, because Ryan was avoiding her with equal diligence. "What's wrong with you?" Lynnette snapped at her on the fourth day. "You jump every time someone comes in the room." What was wrong was typical—typical enough that it made Rose feel foolish, more idiotic than she already...
I noticed her the very first day we moved into our new house. How could I not? She was stunning, the ultimate soccer mom. Our first meeting was shortly after we first arrived to unpack our belongings. She came over to welcome us to the neighborhood and offer us a plate of freshly baked cookies. I noticed a sparkle in her eyes that would come to captivate me...
Seventy-four-year-old author Sandra Grant discusses her debut short-story collection, which focuses on the sex lives and intimate relationships of characters in their 60s and 70s. JOHN WAYNE, HOST: This is POINT NETWORK. I'm John Wayne. There are some graphic sex scenes in Sandra Grant's new collection of short stories, "Scary Old Sex." But they're mostl...
Your wife invited another couple you are friendly with, Dan and Susan to have dinner and drinks one Friday night. Susan had to watch her sister's children, but she insisted that Dan come alone. He's a bit of an introvert and his wife is always trying to get him to socialize more, so you weren't too surprised and your wife graciously agreed to have him over o...
My ex-wife was always bitching at me how I never got her off. I was always finishing before her. "Nice guys finish last" she told me and I now know it's the truth. This is how I know this. I was staying at my best friend's condo down by the beach because I had recently split up from my wife. It was amicable I told myself but rejection always hurts and le...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ********* At dawn, in a couple of hours from now, I have to fight a...
I have been married to Molly for ten years and most of that time I've fantasized about her cuckolding me by having sex with other men. Until last year it remained just a fantasy, of which I dared not speak for fear of her reaction. I had no idea what she would think, but I doubted it would be at all positive and once that genie is out of the bottle you can't...
Before I begin my story, I need to go back in time a little for everything to make sense. One night about six months ago, my wife, Emma, and I were lying in bed after a fuck session that was pretty satisfying for both us. Trying to be a good husband, I was snuggling with my wife and struggling not to fall asleep immediately. Out of the blue, Emma asked me, "...
Note: This is an absolutely true story. It is as accurate as a fallible human memory can be regarding something that happened 20 years ago. Consequently, there will most likely not be the amount of explicit, sexual detail that Literotica readers have come to expect. Oh well. But there is an important moral at the end of the story that I think everyone here a...
Chapter 12 -- Montreal It was about half an hour outside of Montreal when I realized that Jane was squeezing my hand. She had taken it, and was holding it tight, probably for the last 15 minutes or so. I knew Jane's history with the city had been bittersweet, but I could feel the tension emanating from her. Everything had all really started shortly after o...