Copyright LATL, 2019. No part of this shall be reproduced or re-posted on any other website. It is for the exclusive use of Literotica.com This one is a little long. I didn't want to break it up. Life after the Lottery, Ch. 65 What the girls did for my birthday Tuesday morning, Amy and Samantha took off to school early. Dawn was taking some clothes from h...
When last we left Alexandra and Jamison, her introduction to Jamison's lifestyle had just begun. He has explained some basic concepts of BDSM to her and given her a 'tasting' of what she can expect. Jamison has initiated Alexandra with a light play session and her first punishment for breaking rule number one: Always tell the truth. Her punishment came in th...
"That wasn't a bad burger," I say as Michelle and I finish our late dinner. "Yep, not as good as Smitty's but good," Michelle agrees. "Another beer?" She asks offering me a bottle. "Dr. Ripley, are you trying to get me drunk?" I joke. "Thought you might need one so you can tell me your story." I take the bottle but put it down on the table without openi...
I removed this story from the site some years ago. It has been revised and reedited. As I rebuild my library, I will be posting these. There is no way to bring them back without resubmitting. If you have read it, you need not read, vote or comment. If not, enjoy. As always, I need to give credit where it is due. My editors are Girlinthemoon. Hal, Olddave195...
Authors Note: This is, after all, Chapter Two. Reading the first chapter might enhance your enjoyment of this offering. As is often the case when I try to write a story the characters seem to move in a direction entirely different from my original outline. I hope you like where they want to go! * You turned and started back to your car so abruptly that I...
I turn up at your house in the early afternoon. It's a warm day and I am wearing a couple of t-shirts, a pair of combat trousers and boots. You smile at me, and I can't help blushing slightly. You usher me in. You offer me tea and I accept a glass of water. We sit in your kitchen. We don't make too much small talk. We each know why I am here, and we are onl...
((For Dave... who has always been... Amanda's hero...)) He sat there in that chair, a small black desk chair with wheels, his eyes glued to the screen before him. She couldn't see any pictures on the desktop, any movies streaming in through the media player. There was just an opened Internet Explorer... and another, smaller window. It looked like a messagin...
"What's taking so long?" you shouted from the next room over, "We're going to be late." "I couldn't decide what to wear," I replied. "I found something I think you'll approve of though, just give me 5 minutes." "Mmmhhhmmm," was all the reply I got. I looked down on the bed where I had laid out my outfit for the night. We were going out with some of your fr...
Another ice storm whipped through the area, sending motorists into a frizzled commute to their work. It wasn't the best way to begin a day, having your nerves tested as you white-knuckled your way past stranded cars that lay crumpled in ditches and embankments. Arriving an hour late for work did nothing to ease your nerves as everybody seemed to be in a harr...
My Marines and I finally get home from our long 7 month sojourn to Iraq, seven months of missing you even though we're in contact almost daily, we've both gone without the intimate contact of another warm human being. Of course you're there, waiting for me at the terminal. We stare for a second then it's a rush of tears, kisses and hugs. There's a final form...