This is the third in a series of stories about Victoria and Kim. It takes place five years into their relationship. Victoria (whom Kim calls 'Mummy') is now 52, and Kimmy is 26. The other two stories, My Bottom and My Top, I posted on Literotica under the name Richard Donnehy several years ago. I've since forgotten the password, so I'm unable to post it unde...
This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh with her friends and relations, as she explores her sexuality, and progresses from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters. Read the whole set of stories fo...
By a strange twist of fate, I, a slim and attractive woman, had been widowed for some 10 years. I had not loved my older super rich husband as he was violent, abusive and controlling. I definitely considered every part of our life together was something appalling, something to be endured. I had come to believe that women like me who actually stayed in abusiv...
Janine's hands were shaking as she punched the keypad of the elevator next to the "Penthouse" button. She had been asked to come up to Deidre's penthouse by an invitation sent through Marjorie, just as the costume party was winding down. It was a shock to her when Marjorie said she would not be coming along. Her new and dodgy European friend then disappeared...
Just lie back and imagine me with you. Listen to my voice. You won't be allowed to touch yourself unless I give you permission. Your hands will be my hands. Even though we've never met, I know you. I already know you. Your body, your wants, your beauty. They are the same as mine. Just listen, and picture what I'm saying as though I was right there with you....
It was a rough week at the office. Besides that, both of us were between men, off our diets, bogged down with the midwinter blahs and a vicious case of PMS. As if we were psychic, Ronni and I sent our emails at practically the same time. "Girls night out?" "You bet!" We decided to go "toy" shopping at our favorite downtown sex shop, pop a bottle of wine, an...
Strange shit always seems to happen to me. I'm serious. MOST of it I feel I do NOT bring on myself. For instance, in two difference instances at two different bars I've had guys come up to me or attempt to come up to me and jerk off on my leg. I was one and one with that. One guy succeeded while I was sitting at the bar and the other failed because my husba...
Sitting in the lobby for my interview so nervous I wanted to scream. Everything just felt...off today. Hands shaking I twist the ring on my right hand thinking about all my mistakes. I worry about the short length of my skirt as it rides up my thighs. I couldn't manage anything better; the dry cleaners gave me the wrong suit. Even a damn rip in my last pair...
Rhia Jones walked along the street, lost in thoughts of Dorothy. Her mind frequently turned to her roommate and lover these days. "Lover." It was such a new, strange concept to the eighteen-year-old. Despite owning a body anyone would say was made for sex, Rhia had not been terrible interested it during high school. She had gone on dates because she felt it...
Sex with Laila was always dirty, but when she whispered in my ear mid-fuck that she'd be wanting my ass next, my pussy clutched itself around her hand so hard I expected her knuckles to come out bruised. I rode out my climax, my fingers lost in her raven-black hair as colours collided in my brain, my muscles flexing to the rhythm of her last strokes inside o...