After a long day of teaching, all I want to do is collapse on our bed and take a nap. Yawning, I unlock the door to the house. I'm too tired to put anything where it belongs-my keys, purse, shoes, and bag full of the night's grading land in a drunken pile at the bottom of the stairs. I stumble up to the bedroom and stop short. Laid out in a silent order ar...
Jen was a typical mother, and stay at home housewife, with two kids. Generally unassuming and 'ordinary,' Jen's main aim in life seemed merely to carry out the duties of a caring mother and dotting wife. Now 35, Jen still maintained much of the youthful 'girl next door' attractiveness her husband was drawn to all those years before. Her fine, shoulder length...
************************************ Mansion Lesvos: Hymen ************************************ Mahila's Diary. 7:03 a.m. I shivered all over. The effect wasn't an aftermath of some cold backwash; no, surely not! No gust of air, not even a whiff, could blow in through the damp stony walls. Her canal was as sealed as any securely plastered rainbow envelops...
Jim did not say a word to me when I got home Sunday night and I felt my world was tearing apart. I slept restlessly that night and woke up several times to terrifying dreams that I could not remember. When daylight came I showered and dressed for work. I kissed the kids good bye and walked out the door. I didn’t know it at the time, but that would be the las...
This is how I would write erotica, she murmured to herself, as she felt the click-tap of her nipple clamps pressed against the glass. For the disgusting men, jacking off under their desks and the well tailored womyn sliding their manicured fingernails under the waistbands of their well tailored business suits, alone in their cubicles or offices. I would writ...
Hi everyone, Literotica has been amazingly supportive of my writing efforts thus far. Thank you -so- much! I wrote this piece in one sitting. It is a fictional work and, yes, the girl that I'm writing about does read these. I was thinking that I'd like to continue this story, but there are a number of directions our adventure could go. So make sure to tel...
Murphy’s is closed on Sunday, but there is no religious significance to that custom. The simple fact is that in this neighborhood most of the residence, and the bulk of our trade, probably thinks they are God so they rest. Adding to that speculation is the fact that a good many of them party so hard on Friday and Saturday nights that they need the tranquil t...
Kitty rested for a few moments then grabbed her leotard and left Room DPP&A without putting the leotard on. Except for her shoes and the combination of human produced liquids covering her body, she was completely naked. Walking down the corridors naked was frowned upon at The Division. Not because of any moral standards but because it usually meant slipp...
Nika burst into the room and exclaimed "I've found it I've found it," before throwing her arms around me and kissing me so hard my lips hurt. Nika was not her real name; she was half German and half some small obscure Middle Eastern principality. Her given name was almost unpronounceable so we all called her Nika. She liked that. Nika was my room-share dur...
"The Checkout Girl, Part 1" was originally written four years ago. This part is all brand-new, for your reading pleasure (and my writing pleasure!) Feedback and comments, please! • THE CHECKOUT GIRL, PART 2 "The Hotel, Continued" I lay in the huge bed, panting, barely conscious after two Long Island iced teas and a mind-blowing orgasm -- not to ment...