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You think those two are the same person?![]()
I'd laugh myself silly if that wasn't so sad.![]()
So excited that you didn't remember to change Alts before responding to yourself?
Now, THAT is funny.
So excited that you didn't remember to change Alts before responding to yourself?
Now, THAT is funny.
JackLuis.... Joe Louis... freddie??????? Is this your new writing alias? Not bad...
Is that you [size=+2]freddie?[/size] How are you? How's it going up there? The gabster and I were just talking about you. Beautiful day down here - too bad you're not in Miami, we'd take you out on the boat. We're going to motor down into the keys.
And hey, I'm glad you liked Pauls Baby man. Over 72,000 readers have chosen it. Got some good comments too ... you know, you might be interested in the review, it came out in 2007. Here it is as it originally appeared on this thread:
[size=+2]STORY REVIEW #10[/size]
Here’s a brand new story review. The story is just out today May 16th 2007.
[size=+2]Paul’s Baby[/size]by scouries
Loving Wives Category
Hot off the press from the great, but besieged, award winning author J.R. Scouries comes this new tale of marriage and cuckoldry in twenty first century America.
Yes, it is a ‘Loving Wives’ category story, but no, this author doesn’t cater to the sick minds of the pitiful crowd of losers who often hover around new LW stories like hungry piranhas. It’s no tale of revenge nor is it meant to assuage the pain so many of these cuckolded men, who’ve so often been left by their wives for younger, better endowed men, often feel.
Instead it looks at how a modern woman, a beautiful, sexy twenty-seven year old, faces the realities of work and love and sex in suburban America. Of how she’s often pushed into corners not of her own making. Of hard but real choices every American woman is forced to make.
It’s also a cautionary tale for those men who believe that today’s modern woman will be satisfied only with a nice home and clothes and baubles, that this new sexually wise woman will be satisfied by an inattentive and unskilled lover.
Liz Roberts, twenty-six, a nurse and happily married for five years, slowly drifts into a frustration born of her inability to conceive and her husband Johnnies seeming lack of interest in doing anything more than going through the motions when it comes to sex.
Finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the siren call of sexual freedom that seems to be blared incessantly at adult Americans through every media outlet, Liz finally finds herself lured into temptation by her best friend, the lusty, man devouring Cathy.
His name is Paul, just only nineteen, a boy/man freshman at the local university. And yet he possesses a sexual confidence and presence that belies his years. As he drives her to his den deep in the student quarter, the throbbing, motor of his Harley, which vibrates angrily between her thighs, simply presages what she’s soon to feel. COCK! Big cock. A cock that instantly drives any thought of her husband from her mind. Liz feels no guilt or regret as the pleasure rolls in wave after wave through her body.
And she knows immediately that this relentlessly spurting prick will finally deliver the seed that will wipe away her barrenness. Will Liz ultimately be able to balance her conflicting needs? Will she be able to maintain a loving, family lifestyle while still satisfying this aching need for sex the boy has unleashed?
This is a story that may also be especially helpful for many of Literotica’s most well known female authors, often frustrated women who toil all day to produce erotica for the masses and then thrash alone all night in unsatisfied need. Can Liz’s experiences signal some avenue of release for these lovely but often ill tempered creatures? God willing.
Please people, before all copies of this masterwork disappear off the shelves, rush out and read it. Early reviews have been both gratifying and bizarre.
jim
I don't really believe that either, TX. I haven't seen anything from scouries that demonstrates him having enough imagination to create an alternate personality that doesn't sound exactly like him. Look at "Gabby"
Two peas from the same pod, certainly. Alternate identities? Methinks thou doth give scouries too much credit.![]()
JackLuis.... Joe Louis... freddie??????? Is this your new writing alias? Not bad...
I knew you wanted to be girlfriends, Danielle.
OMG Scouries you make me laugh with your pompusness.
I don't really believe that either, TX. I haven't seen anything from scouries that demonstrates him having enough imagination to create an alternate personality that doesn't sound exactly like him. Look at "Gabby"
Two peas from the same pod, certainly. Alternate identities? Methinks thou doth give scouries too much credit.![]()
But c’mon man! A LIT WHORE… PATHETIC… POMPOUS… that’s not very kind.
To SW and the rest of you Lady Literoticans, it’s time to cast aside these false idols, its time to grow back your pubic pelts and embrace heterosexuality and respect for male erotic writers everywhere. Obedience and sexy lingerie are your best bets for future happiness and orgasmic bliss. Spend less time posting and more time pleasing is my simple suggestion to all of you lovely ladies. I beg of you, before it’s too late, look to miss pink for inspiration.
[size=+2] Steelers look pretty good… [/size]
You mean like your football-lovin' linebacker boyfriend Mr. Sarah, then? What an example he/she/it sets for the rest of us... *snerk*
Where's SafeBet when you need her?![]()
Where's SafeBet when you need her?![]()
That's quite the literary masterpiece by your good bud, Squirrel_Bait. She should submit it to the Valentine's Day Contest. It's right up there with the stories that typically win contests on this site.
No comment on the Chargers game my dear?
If you want to consider it a compliment, feel freeI'll certainly take the undeserved compliment of equating me to DK, TX, SW... the list goes on and defying the laws of physics on.
If it hissy fits like a kitten, it's a kitten. But hey, good move changing your name from Kitten to Kitt. That really fooled everyone.
First Danielle, and now Selena. No matter how much you try to kill me with kindness, I'm still going to think you're a few fries short of a Happy Meal![]()
No no you misunderstood Mr. Viagra - er - Sarahhh. We're ALL Danielle. I'm Danielle. You're Danielle. Hey... maybe HE'S Danielle...!![]()