Sex in Montpellier

Jacinta knew Steve was watching her. Whenever she was within his visual range and that was much of the time his eyes were on her. She had noticed it often before when he visited their house to see her son Harry, but never had it been as intense as this

There was nothing she could really complain of. Steve was polite and helpful – more polite and helpful than her son Harry – but he always seemed to be there, wherever she happened to be.

It was a comfort to have Harry there but she would rather have had her husband Justin there as well, but he had to leave her at the shack with the two boys and return to town to attend to his business. Had she been alone with Steve would have she feared what might happen. (continue reading…)

Andrea and I had been seeing each other pretty steadily over the next few days and we had been enjoying each other. After a few days I brought up the subject of being exclusive with each other. I mean, I certainly didn’t want to see anyone else and I didn’t want her to sleep with anyone else and introduce the possibility of an infectious disease into our relationship. In this day and age, a quick shot of penicillin is not necessarily a cure is it? No, lethality has been introduced into society as a whole and I for one will not play that game with my own life or that of my partner. I’m sure that Andrea felt the same but I (as did she) needed to have some semblance of reassurance. (continue reading…)

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Her heart pounded in her chest as she listened to the captain make his descent announcements. Enjoy the beautiful state, enjoy the weather, fly Delta Airlines again and remember that this was the friendly captain speaking. Rightio-man. Whatever you say, chief, and who the fuck made you “captain”? Beth smiled to herself, remembering a comedian who asked that very question in his routine. The woman in her 30s had already packed up her book, crossword puzzle magazine, reading glasses and headphones to her CD player. Jim Morrison was silent for now though she suspected he’d make some repeat performances once she got to wherever he was taking her. (continue reading…)

“A fictional account of an affair between man and woman of different ages and how they fared. I want to thank Terry M. for her life and encouragement.”

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I was standing near the baggage carousel waiting. Just waiting for a beautiful young girl I did not know. I ran the past year through my mind, the first e-mail I received from her, how she had responded to a story I had written in Literotica. How we had become friends over the anonymous airwaves and how we had reached this point. Terry. Terry. I kept repeating her name to myself maybe to reassure me that this was real, that she was really on that airplane. (continue reading…)

I was waiting in line at the theatre when I felt a tap on my shoulder and as I turned I was greeted by my favorite nephew.

“Hey how are you?” He asked giving me a big hug. I laughed and told him I was fine. Looking over his shoulder I saw you and gasped.

“What?” He said pulling back from me. I looked up at him trying to hide my surprise.

“Nothing I’m just happy to see you.” I said grinning at him.

“This is my friend Josh,” he said introducing us. You smiled at me and took my hand as if we had never met before. I looked down at our fingers enclosed in each others and felt my body begin to tingle all over. Slowly you let go of my hand and we walked towards the concession stand. As I ordered popcorn and a soda I watched and listened to the two of you bantering back and forth, smiling at the things you said to each other and drinking in the pleasure it gave me to have you so near. (continue reading…)

And then they introduced Robin. I stepped forward as the audience politely applauded and then began to titter. I looked back over my shoulder to find Robin rooted to the spot where we’d been standing before we were introduced. I gave her a glare as the titters turned into laughter. I snapped my fingers, pointing to a spot on the arena floor just in back of me. Robin jumped forward as the laughter turned into a round of enthusiastic applause. Just like we’d practiced it. We then stepped back to wait our turn. I remembered this part from last year; it was going to be a while. (continue reading…)

“Readers, this story is a continuation of my previous story Uncle Dave: my favourite babysitter. Enjoy. I look forward to your feedback.”

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Travelling home on the train, deep in thought…

It’s coming up so quickly. My wedding day that is. In 2 weeks I’ll be walking down the aisle in my beautiful dress. All the arrangements are in place, now I’m just waiting for the day to arrive. My girlfriends and I had a great weekend away together getting pampered with massages, manicures, pedicures, you know, all that girlie stuff and then we danced the night away at nightclub and had fun in the casino. (continue reading…)

A quick review of part one. I am a CPA from a small college town in Pennsylvania who rented out rooms in my house to five college females. There was Amy, Erica, Samantha and the soccer girls Becky and Sue. In Part One, I had a wild unexpected encounter with Samantha (wheelchair bound) in her room while the other girls were out.

Classes started for the girls and things seemed to settle down a little. Since I work out of my house I took it upon myself to drive Samantha to her first class. She worked her schedule to take all her classes back to back so that she was gone most of the day. Being this was the fall sports season, Becky and Sue were also gone the whole day, with soccer practice, classes and required group study. This left Amy and Erica coming and going throughout the day. (continue reading…)

Bill stood in the doorway and admired Missy’s lithe body. There was not an ounce of fat on her and her nipples stood out solidly on top of her compact breasts. Spanning her labia with two fingers she pulled the outer lips apart and exposed the moist, bright pink inner lips covered with her sticky looking lubrication. Inserting her fingers she gathered some fluid before lifting them to her face where she sniffed them, smiled and then ran them over her lips like she was applying a coat of gloss.

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“The following is a true story that happened not too long ago. Many men my age would love for something like this to happen to them. I will relate the story to the best of my memory.”

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I am an older guy in my early 60’s, still in good shape, salt and pepper gray hair, 6′ 0″, 200 lbs., and considered distinguished looking with rugged good looks. I have never had much of a problem attracting women, and have always dated younger women, usually 10 to 15 years younger. For some reason, I seem to relate to them a lot better than I do with women my age. (continue reading…)