“{My thanks to those who have read and commented on previous chapters of this series. Welcome to new readers. Familiarity with characters and events described in previous chapters is recommended. Read chapters 1 through 23.}”

On Monday Huley interrupted my conversation with two guys who had applied for the painter helper jobs. I was in the process of telling them we could use them on Saturday when she broke in.

“Your phone was busy last night. Papa wants to talk to you,” she advised me before walking away. (more…)

“Authors note:

Three parts of a story told from different points of view. Each a story of their own, tied together for the complete story.”

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It’s been a hot, long, hard day. All you want to do is finish what you are doing and leave this place, and return to your hotel room. You need a shower and some clean clothes. You’re tired, hot, and sweaty. Maybe a long soak in a tub filled with bubble bath would be better. Your body aches all over. Covering this story for the press has taken it’s toll on your body. You just wish it would end. (more…)

I love to watch people, I love noticing people when they don’t know I’m watching them. I notice little characteristics. I was traveling this last week, and was in several different airports in the course of flying to and from my destination. I think people strike up conversations at airports because they have the anonymity of you’ll never see this person again. There is no danger, you don’t know them, they don’t know you, and you’ll never see or hear from each other unless you choose to exchange information. I was standing in line at the coffee bar in the Minneapolis airport when my attention perked up when the guy in front of me ordered. I’m such a sucker for accents, and his very proper British accent had my nerve endings on high alert. I looked more closely, from behind. He had nice hands, he was well dressed, his dress pants only slightly wrinkled from his flight, and his suit coat thrown over his arm and his tie loosened. And he smiled at the sales girl as she handed him his change and I was compelled. I couldn’t help myself. (more…)

Once again, thank you for the comments and the feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler Company for the wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven’t read the first five stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don’t forget to vote. Enjoy.

Another night, another fuck. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but why? How had this become my life? When had I become some sort of super-ultra-mega-stud that secreted Spanish fly? In high school and college I had dated my fair share of girls. There had been a couple of long term – and very monogamous – relationships that resulted in some sexual play. Nothing out of the ordinary, though. My time as a Master’s student, out on the East Coast, had been erotic wasteland; it was a good thing my hand still liked me, because I wasn’t getting any action from anywhere else. When I started my Ph.D., things began to look up. I had two brief flings with my fellow grad students (Sarah and Gwen respectively), but both affairs ran their course and petered out. I had been celibate for about a year, a fate to which I had grown eerily accustomed. Life had grown easy, without worrying about the sexual chase. Without those gnawing relationship worries, I could focus on studying, writing, and teaching. But that was the rub: when I wasn’t looking the teaching reached up and bit me in the ass. Or maybe it was really a spanking. I don’t know. Whatever it was, I liked it – and I had Jessica to blame. (more…)

Jodi smiled at Bryan’s suggestion that the afternoon was over.

“What makes you think that we’re done now?”

She got up from on top of him and pulled him by the hand to the bedroom. They fell on the bed together in a long, passionate kiss. She rolled him until he was flat on his back and began kissing his neck. She worked his way to his chest where she teased each of his nipples lightly with her tongue. Jodi could feel his cock stirring underneath her but took her time kissing and nibbling her way down Bryan’s body. When she made it to his cock, she gently cupped his balls in one hand while holding his shaft with the other, teasing the top lightly with her tongue. He let out a moan of pleasure in response. (more…)

It’s 2:13 p.m. on the East Coast, a murky gray day, just the kind I like. All my afternoon plans fell through, so I’m walking around my apartment naked, trying to solve a problem in my head. Also, I’m masturbating like the steam drill that killed John Henry. My roommate, who’s also my sex partner, is out for the day, so I’m having fun by myself. She knows I write stuff for Literotica, and I’m sure she won’t appreciate me mentioning her as my “sex partner” instead of my “girlfriend,” but I don’t appreciate her having a threesome last week with two girls from the restaurant where she works, so life continues to accumulate little moments of angst the way a beautiful beach retains the trash the tide brings in. Shit, that’s downright poetic. (more…)

It was about two weeks later when I started getting full-time hours again at the toy store where I worked. I had had some of the hottest sex of my life with the two ex-boyfriends I had run into at the mall. I really hadn”t meant for it to happen like it did…well, not at first anyway. I”d been with a lot of guys but I”d never done anything even remotely as kinky as a threesome before! I was just so really, really desperate for the rent money that when the idea hit me I took the risk and it worked. Of course, I took other risks that night, too, as neither of the boys had used protection. Like I said, it was now two weeks later. They both said they”d call but I hadn”t heard from either of them again…and I was starting to worry that I might be pregnant. (more…)

A few days later, I rang Harriet. “I’m off work early tomorrow, and I noticed you don’t have a lesson either,” I said. “I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch together, as friends. Just to prove to each other that we can keep things at that level.”

“Ummm…” I could almost hear Harriet weighing up the idea in her mind. Then she caved.

Sure!” she said.

“I’ll come over there; after all you only live round the corner from college. What time should I come by?”

“How about 1?” she said. (more…)

Friends

Steve and Amy had been best friends since early high school. Steve had noticed her right from the start, as Amy had always been one of the prettier girls in school. But back then, Steve had been quite shy, especially with women, so they hadn’t actually met until sophomore year.

Steve had initially wanted more, of course, but she had been dating someone when they had first become friends. That kind of bad timing would follow them for years, as either one or the other always seemed to be dating someone. So if there was anything more than friendship between the two, it had yet to be discovered. (more…)

My 19 year-old girlfriend, Kerry, and I had developed the wonderful habit of getting au naturel in the high dunes of a local public beach during a summer home from college. Whilst we were working at our town’s holiday camp – a central complex of bars and restaurants surrounded by rental caravans, chalets and mobile homes – we had an encounter in the dunes with two of a girls’ netball team who were staying at our camp and playing in a nearby tournament. I wrote of our first encounter last month – see ‘The Netball Girls’ (Exhibitionist&voy) (more…)