The other night I was reminded of my 18th birthday party, 18 years ago. Like every 18 year old, I was a little horny slut, and the thing that turned me on the most was cock. Pure cock - I was a blow job and cum freak, I loved giving guys head and I loved having hot, creamy cum being squirted all over my body. Sure, I did fuck a lot, I had lost my virginity w...
I catch you by the wrist as you make your way down the hall to the bedroom in your rush to grab a towel. I tread over your discarded shorts and wrap myself around you. "Stop, Kris." You laugh. "I need to get cleaned up." "That's what I'm here for," I answer. You're helpless, arms snared in your half-removed sports bra. I bury my nose in your short, chest...
It is said that a scent can take you back. That smell is the sense most directly connected to memory. Donna would have told you in that moment, that moment of reconnecting with her own recent past in the back seat of a cab, a cab in New York City, a cab on the way to Lincoln Center where she and her Audrey would soon be listening to Beethoven, that it is not...
This is a complete work of fiction. The story, and the characters in it are not based on real events. If this story offends you, perhaps you are on the wrong web site. To all the devoted literotica fans...enjoy! I can still smell the raspberry lotion she wore. It was all around her. It followed her everywhere. Even now, when I catch the scent, my mind drift...
She had been writing for a prominent newspaper and was feeling weary and war worn. Her story assignments had taken her to the edge of humanity as she would report on recent stabbings, domestic disputes gone murderous, and your occasional story of redemption involving a gang member finding salvation through some fledgling social program designed to employ and...
Disclaimer: All of the characters are over 18 and while I wish this were true, it is a work of fiction. Also, there is a story line to the romance, so if you're looking for sex stories to read, try another story. * That promise to myself lasted exactly 8 hours until the next time I saw Ethel at school. She wore a scarf around her neck, even though it was a...
First thing Monday morning, when Marion walks into the bank and sees the new teller, she knows the day will be different. Days and weeks. Who knows how long? And maybe troublesome. The new girl is blonde, thin, maybe just out of college, and Marion has never seen her before. No doubt the girl was interviewed last week while Marion was out, because if Marion...
"Julie Marsh, I asked you a question young lady," Miss Bannister yelled at me from the front of the classroom. "Since you can't seem to keep up with the rest of the class, I will see you after class dismissal!" I looked back at the middle-aged woman with the stern voice and blushed. I had enrolled in this all girls' college after I had failed miserably at my...
I'd spent the weeks after high-school finished soaking in some of the Melbourne sun, and relaxing with friends. Schoolies had been a blast, a handful of us camping down in Wilson's Promontory for a full week was a great way to bring to a close the teenage years; our last chance to be irresponsible eighteen year olds before we all started university or full-t...
You called up and said you had a huge surprise for me. I was hoping it was dinner and a movie, I asked for hints, but you gave me none. So I asked what I should wear. You said that little flowing black skirt of yours, with that tight, red button down, little shirt with a black silk thong and a black silk bra. I said that seemed very specific, we must be goin...