I go to the bathroom and masturbate to the dream I just had. I shower and dress up. It's about 5 am and I cannot sleep, so I opt to take a ride to clear my head. Camille is soundly asleep as I exit my bedroom. The living-room is quiet. Sasha and Vincent are asleep on the couch. Martin must have gone home. I love how peaceful it is at this time of morning. I...
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...
Episode Five: Kimmy the Surfer Babe DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of fiction. It features a public person as a character, but strictly in a fictional setting that in no way implies the private interests or personal behavior of the public person in fact parallels the scenes depicted below. This article has not been approved by or presented to the...
A/N- I'm brand new to writing in Literotica. I usually only write stories for my friends to read. I'd love feedback and will wholeheartedly accept any constructive criticism. All people in this story are above the age of 18. Similar names and places are just pure coincidence. Please enjoy! ***** Clear blue skies for all to see. Not one single white puff...
My high heels echo on the tiled floor as I slowly enter the woman’s bathroom. As I take in the starkness of my impersonal surroundings, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I tug self-consciously at my short denim mini skirt. I had noticed people looking at me when I walked through the Mall. I wasn’t sure if they had been checking out my curvy ass or...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term 'teen' or 'teenager' can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen! I am happy to say that the original story 'Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos' has be...
She called me, sounding desperate. I was surprised to hear from her. It had been a while since we last talked. She asked me to come over. Said that she had to talk to me, but wanted it to be face to face. On my way to her house, I wondered what was so important that she couldn't say over the phone. I walked up to her porch, noticing that her blinds were low...
I'm sitting in a conference room in my office, legs crossed hard. Someone's talking about a proposal of some sort, but I'm not focusing on the words; only the sounds, listening for my name. I know that my chest is red and blotchy when I reach for the pendant hanging between my breasts. My skin is hot and I'm a little dizzy. "Rachel?" someone says for what...
Howdy, folks. Mr. Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man living in Canada, one of the worst places on the Continent of North America. I'm talking about Ottawa, Ontario, of course. I've got some truly tawdry tales to share with you today. People are such strange creatures. You can never simply look at one and say for sure what he or she...
Keri, Stephanie, Jamala, Adannna, Brianna and I decided to treat ourselves to an evening of beauty. We had signed up for the grand opening of Pleasure Garden. We had left the boys, our husbands, all at home watching the subway series. For baseball fans it is like the all-in-all, the reason for being. Anyhow, we arrived at 7:30 pm just as the owner, Vera, wa...