Knock, knock, knock. A customary three times she knocked on the green door. A quick glance at the number reassured her that she was indeed at number 23, the right house. Better to be sure of such things, especially with what she was here to do. She had woken up to a dreary day this morning. Late Fall was now truly baring its fangs as the wind had howled aro...
Here's a new one from me - featuring some new characters - and also, some old friends. Don't worry too much about where it fits in continuity - I hope that it will stand up on its own merits. Please enjoy. ~~ BrettJ - September 2015 ***** Amanda Dallas looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the door of the guest bedroom. She still...
Trying not to look nervous, Sharon walked towards the door of the pub. The sign beside the door said, 'Strictly Over 21s Only'. The doorman looked imposing. His black suit and his steely gaze suggested he would take no nonsense from anyone. With her heart pounding in her chest and her older sister's driving licence in her handbag, Sharon walked up to the doo...
Clare and I had been talking about a camping trip for months. A chance to leave the city and it's hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of France; that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found anywhere in Europe. If there was, we thought it must be in central France, away from the family campsites and crowds of touri...
I was on my bed just having enjoyed my second orgasm in an hour. Sarah had fucked me senseless, riding me like a cowgirl. When she finished fucking, she dropped right down on my sticky rod and sucked it for twenty minutes to get it back erect. Once at attention, she sank it entirely down her throat and proceeded to work her neck and throat muscles, bringing...
My girlfriend Anne and I have been together for three years, during which time we have learned to be very open with each other about our respective sexual histories and fantasies. I ask her to relate to me any particularly horny experience she may have had in her past. We are now in our late 30,s so have had several previous relationships and one failed marr...
Part One I first met Mistress Jane through the Internet. Like me, she was from Australia, so we automatically felt a connection, even though she was a very dominant bi-sexual and I'm straight woman in a kinky sort of way. We soon became good friends, and I enjoyed hearing about the things she did with submissive women while I described my encounters with gu...
Those who have read my first two stories will only have seen my (Brian's) version of events. This story is told through my wife's (Sally's) eyes. It is set in November 2012, on the south coast of Gran Canaria. My thanks to CarolinaPeach for her help and advice. ----------- As usual we had an argument half way through our holiday. I do wish Brian would co...
Kay moved a small overnight bag from one seat of her settee and plonked herself down in the space. How did she come to have so much stuff? It must have multiplied rapidly in the moving van. Somewhere in the house was her comb, her make up, hopefully her toothbrush. Running her hand through her shoulder length blonde hair Kay felt the knots and shuddered. D...
I would like to first of all thank Moonflower1980 a volunteer editor at literotica for editing my work and helping me with this submission. Without her help I was just a lost girl who could not find her way around I have recently started working for your office and have now been assigned to you as a junior. You feel it's an invasion into your privacy and se...