December 12, 193_,
My writing of these reminisces remains secret as I had planned; kept in a locked drawer of my desk between the times at which I add to them, they are safe from prying eyes. I can feel secure that they will be unread by anyone before the turn of the next millennium.
The very act of penning the first tale added to the joy of reliving the incidents in my mind and brought a warmth to me that I very much wish to continue. Thus I am beginning my second writing soon after finishing the first and sending it to my solicitors. Read more…
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The drifter sat in the bar of the Four Seasons Hotel in Dallas enjoying a glass of very nice French wine. His suit was Prada, his shoes Kenneth Cole. His hair was perfectly cut and styled. Everything about him spoke of money and power. Yeah, this was a much nicer life-style, then hitch-hiking across the country. Yes, luxury is a much better way to live. He should have done this several years ago.
He had seen and done a lot of things. He had seduced all kinds of low rent women around the country. He had forgotten how many cunts he had fucked in the past few years as he moved from town to town. That is how he had made his living, so to speak. He would use his looks; charm and intelligence to find his marks, and then his big, thick cock would seal the deal every time. It had never failed. When he was done fucking them silly, they would give him anything, and do anything to stay with him. But when the money ran out, or he got bored, or the situation soured, he just moved on. He’d had many a run-in with a mad boyfriend or husband whose mate had cheated with him. He didn’t care. He had always won every fight and altercation. He had always figured out a way to escape with his hide intact, after he had reamed the pussy and taken all their money. He was cool, very calm, could be vicious and sadistic and most important, he didn’t care about anyone or anything except himself. That what made him so successful at what he did. It made him the drifter. Read more…
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Scott and I had been married for two years. He was a prosecutor for the District Attorney’s office in San Diego. I was in my last year at California Western School of Law.
I was studying for exams and Scott had been working on the preliminaries for a major upcoming trial. Our schedules were busy at this point in our lives. By the time the evenings rolled around, we were too tired to go out, let alone have sex. We both missed it and it was causing a lot of tension in our otherwise happy life. That was about to change. Read more…
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“Author’s note: The following story is a work of complete fiction. Any semblance to people, real or imaginary, is purely coincidental. Thanks to Literotica reader Signore Calcio for the story idea and encouragement. Also thanks to Copperbutterfly for her editing expertise in making this story easier to read.”
Glennie Patterson:
Looking back on my life, I never would have believed that I would have gotten involved with a much younger man, let alone with two and shared them with other women. That was not something I ever would have contemplated but now it seemed so natural and so right I had to wonder about my whole way of thinking. Read more…
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The air rushing past us was uncharacteristically warm for a Northern California night. We had decided there was no way we could stay in the city for what promised to be the first nice weekend of the summer and now the Jeep climbed a twisting road into the mountainous interior of Mendocino National Forest. We had stopped to take the top down shortly after we left I-5 and now the fresh air billowed around us as the sun dipped below a distant ridge. We were already fifteen minutes out of the last town and we hadn’t seen another car since then. Another half an hour should bring us to the remote cabin we had rented for the weekend, but we were in no hurry. It was pleasant enough just to be alone in the outdoors. Read more…
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“All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older!”
Kathy was getting excited just thinking about the evening. She and her husband Stan were going to a summer party at his boss’s house. Kathy wanted to make sure she made a big impression on her husband’s boss Dave. She had done some research and found out that Dave had a daughter who went to St. Trinian’s, a very expensive private school. Kathy had gone out and purchased a St. Trinian’s uniform, a grey pleated skirt, white blouse, knee high socks and loafers. She had dyed her blonde hair blonde and tied it back in a pony tail. She actually looked very much the part of the innocent young school girl despite the fact that she was 26. Well, maybe not so innocent as she had shortened the skirt to show off a lot of shapely leg. Kathy had a waspishly thin waist above which her generous 36-D breasts bulged dramatically. She had strategically chosen the blouse to be a little tight to take full advantage of her generous assets. She had a little white purse she wore on one shoulder. She was quite pleased with her schoolgirl look as was her husband Stan, judging by the way he kept stealing glances at her as they drove to the party. She slid over a little closer to him on the front seat and casually rested her hand on his thigh. Read more…
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Christmas Eve was an icy, snowy night and Kyle and Penny were glad to know they were staying at Bill and Kim’s for the night. The two couples had been friends for over ten years, since their college days. Now that they lived in different cities they made sure they got together at least once a year. Bill and Kim still lived in their hometown, so it was becoming a tradition for Kyle and Penny to stay with them on Christmas Eve and then do the rounds with the relatives the next day. Bill and Kim had a baby last year, but that didn’t change things except for the fact that their friends now stayed on a pullout in the den because the guest room had become a nursery. Read more…
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“Did you miss me?” Susan asked as she hugged Barry at the front door. Barry smiled at his girlfriend. The sun was beginning to set and cast a beautiful orange across the sky.
“You know I did, baby,” he answered, kissing her tenderly. His hands caressed her back as he held her tightly to him. Susan moaned as their kiss became more passionate. Barry broke the kiss, taking her bags and leading Susan into the house.
“How was your trip, Barry?” Susan asked, “My flight was long and the traffic at the airport was horrendous.” Barry thought for a moment, smiling to himself as he remembered the events of the last few weeks. Read more…
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When I awoke the next morning, The first thing I noticed was an insistent buzzing in my ear. “Damn alarm clock.” I mumble, then roll over and reach for the alarm and notice the second thing. Megan was gone, and my hardon hurts when I roll on it. I roll back over and sit up on the side of the bed to reach the alarm and shut it off. I then notice that there is brown on my dick and remember the wonderful fulfillment of my fantasy of my first anal sex with Megan. Read more…
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As usual, I was running late. Commuting forty miles to work and laying brick six days a week tends to get a little tiring. So, last Friday night, I was ready to kick back, eat take-out, and relax with a few cold ones over a ball game on TV. It looked like a spring storm was on the way, so I was hustling to get home. Keeping the house after my divorce had set me back financially, so I needed all the work I could get. I was concerned with how I could afford to send my daughter to college next year. She was still living with me, but had her sights on attending the state university. That would require me to borrow more from the bank and keep the old truck running for another year too, I figured. Read more…
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