A Better Man Than I

In my never ending quest to waste my talents, I present another easy target for the snipers. I was trying to pare this down for Literotica 750 Word Project 2021, but it came in at 751 words so I put it in the 2021 April Fools Day Contest/a>. Just troping along, as is my norm, as if I had a norm. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too Justin Hayward: "I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind. It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind." ==== My name is is Olivia. I'm currently sitting in the office of the lawyer who is handling the legal aspects of my husband's estate and will. Xavier left the world in tears much too soon. He was sixty eight when he died on the operating table. We had been married for thirty seven years. Xavier was a few years into his medical practice when we were introduced. I was twenty two at the time. Some doctors ditch their fir...

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Amethyst Purple Foreword This is a work of fiction which exists solely in my imagination. While I've used actual towns, landmarks and locations in the following tale, none of the people, events or businesses depicted have any actual or implied connection to any actual event or person, alive or dead, with the exception of certain historical references. These references are included only to allow the reader to be able to relate better to the timeline of this work of fiction. According to the Mayo Clinic, Cystic Fibrosis (CF) is an inherited disorder that causes severe damage to the lungs, digestive system and other organs in the body by causing normally thin and lubricating secretions to become thick and sticky. This causes tubes, ducts and passageways, especially in the lungs and pancreas to become clogged, reducing or eliminating the organs' functionality. May is CF Awareness Month and is identified with the color purple. With its vivid violet purple color, Amethyst is recogn...

So I was back in New Jersey for a week to take care of some business. Friday and all done so I had until Tuesday when I would fly home. Had my brother's basement apartment so no way to have fun there plus I left most of my toys home. Then it decided to tramp it up. I went to Burlington Store and brought some shiney pantyhose, a bra, panties, satin gym shorts, and some cheap makeup and lipstick. Then to the Party Store and got a cheap wig. Stopped at the drugstore and got a Fleet enema and Vaseline. Then the liquor store for a few 40's of malt liquor and some Everclear. Got home and cleaned myself out good, then an enema of malt liquor and 3 ounces of Everclear. As I held it in I dressed. Put on my chastity cage, then pantyhose after cutting out an opening in the ass in case I got real lucky. On went the panties and shorts. Then a pair of baggy sweatpants. Next the bra and a tank top. I cut a hole out where my nipples were exposed. Some makeup and red lipstick. I expelled the ...

Central Manhattan late afternoon, two weeks out from Christmas, was no place for a frail old lady, one whose entire possessions barely half-filled the rusted shopping trolley she trundled before her on the sidewalk. Not immediately obvious to the occasional on-looker, but her wheeled companion served its purpose as much for support these days, as for its meager storage capacity. Cataracts had eroded Lucy's vision to the point she had to squint hard to make-out objects in shop windows. Crossing Madison Avenue at 59th Street was a risky prospect at the best of times, conferring the onus of road safety on the driver rather than the elderly pedestrian, as she made inevitably slow progress towards 5th Avenue, where she turned the corner and headed south. She looked up as a few flakes of snow drifted on to the already cold handle of her trusty old cart. She stopped under a nearby shop entrance and withdrew a pair of threadbare woolen gloves from one of the supermarket bags in the cart,...

So my sweet, innocent, 25 year old wife, who was a virgin when we met, had now been with Matt twice. Steve had watched Matt dump a massive load on her cute landing strip right up to her gorgeous breasts. I was dying to actually watch her get properly fucked now. The last time with Matt lead to several pillow talk sessions and I asked what was so good about it. Nadia would lead with, "I just know deep down, I'm not supposed to do anyone else, so it's wrong but it's so exciting! It's also such a turn on to know I'm making you horny and jealous." "Ok honey, I get that but you've got to tell me about actually getting fucked by Matt. How is it good?" I asked. She hesitated, "Are you sure you want to know?" "Of course!" I said. She smiled timidly, "He's different. You're cut, he's not. It feels different". "Ok?" I hoped she'd continue. "And well, you know how when you're really horn...

Hi all! Here it is, Chapter 10 of Dead and Horny! This chapter is the shortest one in the book because it's the calm before the storm, so buckle up. There are only two chapters after this one! I want to thank everyone for your kind words and feedback over the last several months. This started as an attempt to give you some sparkling fresh content during Covid, but it's also given me some breathing room in regards to writing my main HFHM storyline. Some final revelations coming up! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and thank you for being awesome! The After-Party Lily's mind flitted about like a bird in a cage, unable to focus long enough to reform her body. The darkness of her mind transformed into smoky clouds that curled around her like snakes as she plummeted through the Dreamscape toward destinations unknown. Occasionally she would see her own hands, or even her legs, but her non-existent insides felt like they were on fire. The smoke parted and she slammed into the cold...