This completely true incident took place years back. It was a daring act and my friends, even those hardcore womanizers much senior, appreciate my act. But to tell you frankly, i did that only due to the courage given by alcohol. Those days i was drinking daily and alcohol always used to make me horny, horny almost always was my condition. Of course i was i...
I left the house in the afternoon and caught the train at York Station for the first leg of my trip to Paris. I was going to travel by the Eurostar and was very excited by the prospect of adventure that lay before me. Not only was I going to be visiting a city I'd never been to be before there was also the obvious opportunity for some wild sexual adventures...
I got on the night tain, and carried my bag through the narrow corridor. Compartment 5… where was compartment 5? In the far side of the wagon. I managed to open the door, and pushed my bag into the tiny compartment. It had a bunk bed and a wash basin, and a coat-rack. That was it. I muttered a few well chosen words, and put the bag on my bed and opened it. I...
DEAD You never know when, you never know where, and you never know how. You never know when, you never know where, and you never know how, but we all will die one day, some tragically, some unexpectedly, some peacefully, some prematurely, and some expectedly. It is inevitable. These are snippets of life and of death. Read on to realize what happened to o...
I stood on the hot train platform trying my best to squeeze into the sliver of shade that was falling on the pavement. The strap from my bag was causing a strip of sweat to spread over my shoulder. With nowhere to sit, I had little choice but to stand in front of the train doors, waiting for the whim of the conductor to open them. I was on my way home after...
Thank you once again for all the valuable feedback to my other stories. It was going to be a long train journey to the coast, about four hours in all. Andy was going to Newquay in Cornwall to look for business premises; he wanted to relocate and open a cyber-café in the town popular with surfers and families. Part of the train journey ran on the new high-t...
Mail Order Bride This little tale was originally posted here on Literotica, but has spent some time out in the world as an e-book. However, the publisher ceased operation due to illness and the rights reverted to me. I thought about it, and decided I'd rather be read by the many than sold to the few, so here it is. Enjoy! I hope. * After I had buried both...
In the eighties, in Russia, there was no honeymoon trips for "Just married" couples. Or at least, they were just starting to become usual. "Svàdebnoe puteshèvstvie", this was he Russian term. My man would have liked to go home with me for a while, to Florence, but he could not leave his work place for a long period, and not even I could get a passport and a...
There she was cooking breakfast, humming to herself she had not heard me wake up. Tiptoeing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. It made her jump a little but she leaned her head to the side and kissed my lips. "Mmmm.. What a good morning it is darling!" She finished saying, with a grin she continued cooking the pancakes. I smirked and responde...
Tapping out the last paragraph of another report from an endless reel, flooded me with a renewed sense of apathy. Though I knew without looking that there were only moments remaining in the day, I was not perplexed. The excited snatches of conversation wrung out the end of the day better than any alarm could possibly have. I rose from my desk and my vision r...