It began so innocently. Roxanne was online, looking into chat rooms, when she heard the little briiiiing of an Instant Message. She saw the box appear in the corner of the screen. “Hi….” said Gentle Man. The first thing Roxie did was click on “Profile” and then waited for the information to come on-screen. She smiled as she read……
Name: John
Sex: Male.
Location: Always on your mind.
Status: Widowed.
Hobbies: Chatting and being a friend.
Occupation: Wrapping my arms around you and holding you close. Read more…
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INTRODUCTION
I plan to make this the final chapter of “What have I become?” The first chapter was inspired by another literotica story I read. The story is titled “What came over me?” by the author jo350. The story was written a year ago and I had hoped for a sequel. Since there was no sequel I decided to write this story. All the character names are different so as not to infringe on the other author. It is not necessary to read the other author’s story before reading any of these stories, however it is a very good read and one of my favorites. I have received very good feedback on the first three chapters and many of you encouraged me to write additional chapters. I will conclude this story with this chapter. As always I have listened to your suggestions and I have incorporated many of them in my stories. Please enjoy and continue to provide me with your feedback. Read more…
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If anyone had asked them - though nobody ever did - they would have said they were just an average couple. Which begs the question what is average: who knows what an average couple gets up to when the bedroom door is closed? Speculation on that subject is best left for another time for another time while we consider this average couple.
They are Beryl and John. They live in a semi-detached house like many another, in a middle-class suburb like many another. Beryl is forty-seven, a few pounds over weight but otherwise in reasonable shape. John is forty-nine and thinning a little on top, which he dislikes but is coming to accept. Beryl works five mornings a week as a receptionist for a west end hairdresser. At weekends she does late shifts at a supermarket checkout, earning money they save for a holiday. John is a senior salesman at a gentlemen’s outfitters. He prides himself on being able to tell whether a customer is a 42 Regular or a 42 Long the moment he walks through the door. Read more…
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We faced one another, our bodies pressed together as we kissed in greeting and anticipation of the day ahead of us. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me up on the counter, my legs wrapped around his hips. We continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair back from my face as we pressed closely together and our tongues played.
My nipples were hard against his chest, my hands gliding up and down his back, feeling his muscles moving so smoothly under them. Sometimes, we drew back just enough to separate our lips, but our mouths stayed so close, I was inhaling him, my delicious man, my sweet lover. I felt his cock between my legs, pressing against my shaven pussy, as if seeking entrance. I felt his heat and strength and I pulled myself closer to him, enjoying the pressure of him, but delaying his actual entry until I couldn’t wait any longer. I was vaguely aware that the backyard workers have ceased their work and are gathering at the window, but I had lost all inhibitions. All I wanted was to feel my lover deep inside me, filling me and giving me pleasure. Read more…
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“This story is pure fiction. Please vote and let me know what you think. I welcome constructive criticism. If you do criticize though offer a suggestion of how to improve it.”
Molly and I had first met in a chat room and hit it off very good despite our 20-year age difference. I was 57 and she was 37. We found we had several things in common one being that we had both been widowed three years earlier and both of our spouses had died unexpectedly from heart attacks when they appeared to be healthy. Read more…
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“Author’s note: the following story is pure fiction, based solely on the seed of an idea planted by a chance encounter. Any semblance to real or imagined persons or world events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.”
I was wandering around in my favorite discount department store doing some miscellaneous shopping. Of course, as is my usual modus operandi, I was also perusing the lovely ladies as I went, mostly looking for the nice round bottoms and/or the heavy bulbous breasts that turn me on. Read more…
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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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