Jim had started the day in his office by making an erotic phone call to Janie, a lady with whom he had enjoyed a short but erotic interlude on the previous weekend. As a result he was in a state of high arousal when his secretary Gladys showed up for work. Gladys proved to be a willing answer for his condition and he had broken his unspoken rule about messin...
Note: It has been a while since I last thought about this story. This new piece may not be within the same tone as the other parts were, because life has changed a bit for me—and as such, my mood has too. * But above all, hopefully this will be a pleasurable read for those who have been looking forward to it. And no, there are no parts with sex, yet. I'm...
Chestnut Falls, 1949 When I saw Mr. Pullman, Madison High's cranky, old principal, charging toward me, I knew I was in for it. He bolted toward me, his pudgy frame moving with urgency, gripping his briefcase tightly, and his face becoming red as he walked up the front steps of the school and down the hallway to where I stood. I had just come out of the facu...
One of the favorite memories of my youth is of weekends spent at our family cottage. It was located on a large lake with the only access being by boat from a marina five miles distant. The cottage was self-serviced except for TV and telephone. Going there was like going back in time and although the town where we lived was relatively small in size, it was st...
Unfortunately, before Darin and I could get too far, Carol came upstairs. "Hey Jill, can I have my boyfriend back yet?" Her voice was playful and I knew she was just bugging me. "Um, no, not really, I'm kind of in the middle of making out with him. Can you take a number and get in line?" I teased. Carol and Darin both started laughing and we sat up as Car...
This is the same main character as the other stories, but this is a few years after the divorce. As always, you can read these in any order. Zoey is based on a real person, but I changed her name, city, career, and so on. ***** It had been several years since the divorce, and I had gone through a couple of short relationships, but nothing serious. I was in...
This story was originally submitted to Literotica over 15 years ago under another member name, but was mine then and is still mine. I had it removed about eight years ago. I've picked it up, dusted it off and tweaked it oh so little and am curious to see what a "new generation" thinks of it. ******** She did not seem much older than a college freshman but...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Some of you will not like the story and that is okay. A few of you will tear it apart with invective ... and not have the courage to sign your name. I still prefer to give you the opportunity to comment but please have the intes...
"I decided something," my wife said, reaching across the table to take my hand. A beginning like that always sets off alarms in my head. This time turned out to be different, though. "If you want, you can ask Melinda if she wants to have a threesome with us." I was dumbfounded. Speechless. Melinda had been my friend before I met Sandy. Then she was our frie...
There is something slightly distasteful about waking up still drunk. Especially if, on waking, you find yourself on the floor, leaning against the sofa at a back-breaking angle, with the lights of Laguna Beach at the bottom of the hill winking in the wee small hours. Even more so when you realise you must have fallen asleep (or passed out) when there were st...