Sequoia National Park

My boss came in one day and told me that I still had three days of vacation left from last year, which I had to use up within a month, otherwise I’d lose it. That surprised me, because I thought I had used up all my vacation when my wife Gina and I went to Hawaii last year. Apparently not. My boss asked me when I wanted to take the time off. Well, it was already the middle of March, and I had not done my taxes yet. And I had no intention of using my vacation doing taxes. I asked him if he would let me take the three days off after the tax deadline, even though it would be after the cutoff date for taking vacation. He agreed. Read the rest of this entry »

Sharing Her Ch. 01

Walking in the door I could hear the sounds coming from the bedroom. A woman’s voice. Moaning…panting. Fucking.

I felt a surge of energy. Jealousy? Anger? Excitement? I wasn’t sure. I set my purse down and walked quietly down the hall. I could hear his breathing, he said something I could not hear. He was never much for talking. She moaned again. I stepped into the doorway and looked in. He was facing me, on top of her. I wasn’t sure who she was- but I suspected she was a co-worker. Maybe his boss. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t really care. Read the rest of this entry »

Slightest Intentions Ch. 03

My silky panties were being rubbed by his probing fingers. He rubbed my ass, wedging them between my buttcheeks, while kissing me desirously. His erect cock pushed through the fabric of his trousers and into the bone of my hip. I pushed back against his fingers and began rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling the long hard extents as it seemed to burn through his pants. I worked my hand to his belt and undid it, as I proceeded to unzip his pants. I worked my hand into his boxers and pulled out his veiny cock. His musky scent seemed to instantly waft into the air around us. I got down on my knees and engulfed his member with my mouth as he loud out a loud, satisfying groan. It was almost too easy… Read the rest of this entry »

Welcome Home Darling, The Game

She raised her upper body from the floor but remained on her knees. She looked up into his eyes and smiled seductively. With both arms stretched out in front of her she beckoned him with her hands. “May I help you undress, Master?” she inquired as he crossed the floor to where she was kneeling. He stood in front of her and let her continue what he started, never taking his eyes from hers. She unbuckled his belt and left it hanging from the loops of his jeans. She stroked his hardness for just a moment then gave it a quick squeeze. She undid the button then started to slowly slide the zipper down to give his cock the release it so badly needed. She slipped her fingers into the waistbands of both his jeans and briefs and pulled them down simultaneously. Read the rest of this entry »

Todd and Jen

The brisk air felt so good as Todd and I ran in the early-morning sun. We had been running together for over six months now and enjoyed each other’s company and the strenuous exercise.

With the approach of summer, I was running now in skimpy nylon running shorts and a sports bra. Somehow, it felt slightly sinful to be wearing so little clothes and having so much skin showing. But it felt good too.

But I have to be honest . . . what felt really good was running with Todd. Todd was my age, 35, and in great shape. His body was toned and with his piercing blue eyes, devilish smile, and sandy colored hair, he was very attractive. I’m talking, make-me-wet attractive! Todd and I, though, are married . . . just not to each other. My husband and his wife aren’t into exercising at all, which is fine with us. Read the rest of this entry »

Windows to the Soul

“Author’s Note: Thanks to Honey123 for her contribution to the “Danielle” part of this story. It’s my fortune to know such a talented writer and truly sensuous person.”

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It began with a look. A single, quick glance; then another. And suddenly, the world fell away, and there were only the two of us, our eyes locked in that surrealistic moment, in which we looked, each for an instant, into the other’s soul.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I had been at work since 6:30 that morning, and I was getting tired. Now here it was, almost 7:30 in the evening. I should have been finishing off a nice meal and relaxing with a Sam Adams or two, then maybe watching a little TV before going to bed. Tomorrow was going to be another long day. Read the rest of this entry »

The Hiding Game Ch. 04

Later, we were both sitting on Marisol’s kitchen table, bent over her Geometry book. She was still looking quite pityful, but no longer in major pain, only gingerly fingering the area around her eye every so often. When I had driven her home after class – she couldn’t drive herself with her eye swollen shut – she had told me in few words what had happened.

“Amanda Morris. She was just leaving locker room. I was entering. She was running, and we bumped into each other. Didn’t apologize. So she hit me.” Read the rest of this entry »

Sexual Biography of a Young Woman Pt. 04

“If you’ve read the previous parts you’ll know you what’s happened so far and that you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action

You’ll also know that I’m writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They’re about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit?

A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a bio? Probably, but then, hey, what the hell, I want to tell my short story so let’s see just how many want to read it. Read the rest of this entry »

Romance, Cowboy Style

The sun beat down, unrelentingly hot out of the Texas sky. My friend Marci and I had planned this trip for months. Just us two women spending a week in Houston, sight-seeing and just spending a little time getting away from it all. She had met up with her boyfriend Sean and they were doing the horizontal mamba at the most exclusive 5-diamond hotel in town for a couple of days. That meant that I had two days to myself in our suite, seeing what kind of trouble I could get into.

Truth of the matter was, I was looking for trouble – the kind that comes in cowboy boots and ass-hugging jeans with a bulge behind the button fly. I has just turned 33 a couple months before and was already feeling old and past my prime. I didn’t look it, though. Except for a few silver strands that liked to peek out of my long reddish brown locks, nothing about me looked older than thirty. My face was still unlined with wrinkles, my 38C breasts were still perky and my bottom was still perfectly round, just right for holding while doing doggy style. Read the rest of this entry »

Proper Military Bearing Ch. 02

*Part 2: Behavior Unbecoming an Officer*

Kacy stepped forward. “Rick, you disappeared at the party. I tried your cell - no answer. I came here to see if you’d made it home okay.”

“Bullshit, you ditched me!”

Kacy gestured Rick into the other room, and I of course eavesdropped.

“Rick, I saw you go into that bedroom with Angela Morris.”

He was silent. The hickey on his neck condemned him.

“Look, I can’t deal with your jealousy anymore,” he responded angrily, searching for a way to put her on the defensive. Read the rest of this entry »