(c) Copyright jvaughn, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Chapter Three "Fuckin' son of a bitch!" Hearing a deep angry voice so close to him, Kim was instantly wide-awake, heart pounding. He jumped to his feet and backed away from the giant on his futon. The events of the previous evening c...
Hello to all! This is my very first erotica, not only for Literotica, but also for myself. I've never done this before, but, well, hopefully I can learn from this experience. It would be greatly appreciated if you comment and vote on this story, as feedback is extremely valuable to an aspiring Lit author like myself! Special thanks to the ever so lovely vav...
It had been more than a month since I had witnessed my son, Rory, making love to his college roommate, Greg, and several weeks since I had spoken with Greg about his first sexual experiences with Rory. I knew that Greg ached to tell me more about their lovemaking, but it frightened me. After all, I was Rory's mother and should not know the details of his sex...
I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....
My schedule over the last couple of weeks has been complicated by cutting wood in the local forest. Not that this is a complaint, as the weather has been ideal for doing such work, not to mention motorcycle riding. This meant that last Friday, after spending a couple of hours with a saw and unloading the results at home, when I entered the house, the clock s...
Downstairs, there were enough towels around to make a cautious estimate concerning how long it would take before some stranger and I were playing with each other's cocks. Shortly was the simple answer, though the jacuzzi had to be factored into the calculation. Seeing at least 6 men in the bubbling jacuzzi, I showered thoroughly after my previous encounter...
When I stroke myself, my love, I have many fantasies involving you. I imagine touching you and you me. I see us kissing all parts of our bodies, tasting each other's skin, and fluids. I envision our fingers tracing each other's bodies, exploring our hardness, slipping into most private areas. I hear moans, and heavy breathing. Sometimes, I hear little squea...
When I'd asked him what he wanted for Christmas he had only one answer. "You," he'd said. So I decided that was what I'd do. I'd give him a part of me. As the snow fell outside I had him get ready and when I entered the bedroom he was already prone on the bed, laying on the drawn back sheets, his uncut erection already drawing my attention. I went into the...
I shouldn't have been bored. I was lying, naked on my belly on a nice soft bed, staring out the window at the masts of yachts in Hilton Head's Shelter Cove, the sturdy little hulls thrusting their hard masts into the clouds. I had what I thought I wanted. A week off from a grueling job, far from anyone I knew—a demanding boss, a grasping wife, a simpering bo...
How did he get here, he had thought, slinging the skinned pig carcass over his shoulder. Lucius Papirius had been the hero of the 9th Legion. Over three storied tours he had aided in he conquering of the northern Barbarian lands and rescued the kidnapped son of a nobleman. His name was sung in the songs of that conquest and the children of the Abentine insis...