It was a Friday night and she decided that she was tired of sitting home. She didn’t do the bar scene often but she knew of a small place that just opened up a couple of months ago so she thought she’d give it a try.

She is usually a casual dresser but tonight she wanted some attention. She got out her red party dress. No slinky black dress for her. This was fire-engine red, with filmy sleeves, a tight bodice showing off her generous curves and a soft flowing skirt. It was alluring and very feminine. She had on black lingerie, thigh high hose and black high heeled shoes. (more…)

“You did not say that!” Sykes said with a giggle as we walked arm in arm back to her apartment.

“I didn’t know what else to say!” I said back through my laughter.

We walked on, laughing together. It was a chilly Friday night, so we walked close, savoring each others body heat. It had been another wonderful evening spent laughing and talking. I was sad knowing it would be ending soon. My laughter trailed off as I thought how little time we had to be together.

Sykes and I had been seeing each other for about two weeks now. I had been moved to the Fort she was on temporarily for some training, and we had met through a mutual friend. When I first saw her I knew I had to see her again. I hadn’t planned on seeing anyone while I was there, but she had been too alluring. Her intoxicating laugh, and her quick wit snared me as tightly as any trap, and she didn’t even know it. (more…)

“This is the second installment of what will probably be a three-part story entitled “Late-night Encounter.” I suggest you read the first part before moving on to this one…it just makes more sense that way.”

*****

“Oh?” I purred. “And just what do you plan to do to me?”

He didn”t speak a word—just slowly slid his hands into the elastic waistband of my pale blue boxers and began easing them down, gently, over the curve of my hips. He paused for a moment and cupped my bottom in his hands, giving each cheek a gentle squeeze before he continued his downward journey. My goose bumps were rampant now, the electricity of finally being in his arms combining with the chill in the air to send each nerve ending to a new realm of pleasure. (more…)

“Celestial Reviews Rating: 10, 10, 10

Top 15 Stories of May, 1996: #1

Top 100 Stories of 1996: #27

:: for J & F ::”

I have to recount this particular fantasy as probably my most exciting. It was certainly the most arousing.

* * * * *

Kathryn’s visit to town was, of course, a welcome event. It seemed like a year since I had gone to Hartford to visit her, though it had only been two months, now it was her turn to visit me. I had picked her up at the airport and brought her back home on Thursday night, where we knoshed on fresh shrimp and dry grape soda. After that, we made passionate love and fell asleep in each other’s arms. All in all, a pleasant reunion. But it was only the beginning… (more…)

Bonnie had been a neighbor of ours for just over six years. They lived down a couple of doors and across the street. She was around fifty years old give or take a few years and her husband Rob worked a swing shift at some plant in town. He always wore grey shirts and pants and was around in the morning but we never saw him in the evenings.

Consequently we didn’t have them over for dinner or socialize with them much. Our neighbor relationship was one of helping each other with things we knew how to do. (more…)

“© 2003 Jazz E.

This is the conclusion of a 3 part story.”

Giving her best come-on to the fellow passenger ogling her from across the aisle of the bus, Lucy wondered what she could get from him. She certainly knew what she could give him, and the thought of what that might entail sparked a warmth deep inside her. Fluttering her eyelids, and licking her lips, her tits pressed out to fill her tee, she could feel her pussy beginning to moisten at the prospect of what might ensue. It didn”t take long before the fellow stood up and came over to her. “This seat taken?” he asked, and when she made no response but to raise an eyebrow and look at the empty place next to her, as if surprised, he added, “Mind if I join you?” (more…)

“(with passages by Sapho)”

The hours were dragging on. My hectic schedule at my university had strained my pocketbook, my qouta of sleep, and almost all of my personal relations. When I had graduated high school, I thought earning an english lit degree would be simple enough - a class there a seminar here. How far from the truth that turned out to be. I was pushing a heavy load of seventeen units that spring semester, and the stress was building. Not only that, but the sheer cost of books was beginning to take its toll on me. The only part time job I could fit into what was a terrible whirlwind of endless reading and writing was a nightshift at one of those gyms that are open at all hours of the night. (more…)

*Author’s Note:* “This story came from the 500 word challenge I participated in, that was posted on the Author’s Forum (the title was Carpooling Cheerleaders). Later, most all the stories were collected and turned into a submission here at Lit. under the name:” Coming Together and titled *Transportation Challenge*. “It is full of 500 word stories by many talented writers here at Lit. I recommend it to anyone. This story idea is my own and I felt the need to expand it. I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment if you feel so inclined. ~ Thank you, Red. ” (more…)

It would be easy to discount the occurrences of the last week as a fantasy, a fleet of fancy or even a dream had I not had the evidence before me. Three pairs of pretty, sexy, women’s panties, each enchantingly sheer undergarment of delicate lace and silk defining the character of their wearer in colour shape and style, each still bearing the distinctive intoxicating fragrance of the woman who had scented them with her exquisite sex and soaked them with abundant juices. As I felt drawn to holding each pair to my nose the memory of each extreme encounter flooded my mind and made my cock firm with excitement. (more…)

I would never have given him a second glance, to be honest. Not that he wasn’t good-looking – hell, he was exceptionally fine. Around 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered and mixed blood with Hispanic brown skin and pale green eyes, he caught my eye the moment he walked into the room that night. But I wasn’t on the prowl – I was in San Antonio on business, and he was simply a friend of a friend who happened to have come out for the night.

But then, there were a few drinks involved, and I’m a horny drunk. And he was, as I mentioned, rather hot. Older than me, just how I like it – I was about to turn 25, and he looked like he was in his mid-30’s. In fantastic shape, too. The longer the night wore on, the more I found myself wanting to slip my fingers in through the buttons on his shirt to feel how hard his stomach really was. We flirted a bit toward the end of the night, but soon enough it was time to head back to my hotel a few hours away. He asked for my number and I wrote it on a matchbook. I thought nothing of it. (more…)