Sophia and I had known each other for several months. We had met through mutual friends and quickly discovered that we shared many of the same tastes. We both had a love for chic-lit books and foreign films. We loved good food and hated reality television with an unholy passion. Sophia and I came to enjoy each other's company and had taken every opportunity...
Chapter 2 Bree awoke with a start. The memory of the previous night suddenly came back to her, and she didn’t know whether to smile or cry. She just had the best sex of her life, yet she wasn’t sure if Rose would ever talk to her again. All day long she thought of nothing but Rose, though it eluded her why Rose had run away after the fantastic sex they s...
Carol had been looking forward to the weekend seminar in a remote seaside resort town that she had never visited previously. The seminar was aimed at a group of middle aged professional women, most of whom came from 'suburban marriages', and who were unused to the privilege of weekends away from household routines. Extreme disappointment was the best way to...
I had never even met Lucy until I answered an ad looking for a roommate and was a little surprised just how white she was. Her name should have given me some hint, but I really wasn't expecting some skinny little white girl. Lucy's skin wasn't just white, but looked like it had never even seen the sun. At least she had brown hair and brown eyes, since I doub...
Scotland: 1557. Margarete looked across at Lise, and attempted to widen her eyes into an expression of entreaty. "Oh please?" she begged, "Just once!" Lise was sewing tiny stitches into a small cloth pouch containing fragrant herbs she herself had collected early that morning. "No," she replied. "I am still weary from long riding, and it's the sort of th...
The valet remembered us - how could he possibly forget - and the car was waiting outside with its doors opened as we exited the restaurant. Matsui tips the valet a twenty and she heads for the passenger door as I slide into the driver's seat. The valet runs round so that he can close her door behind her, as well. I had already fastened the racing seatbelt in...
PREFACE As an avid reader of Literotica for the past few years I thought it was due time that I got off my backside and submitted an offering of my own. This story is entirely fictional; though aspects of it have been taken from personal experience I wanted to start off with a story that I could bend to my liking, rather than attempting to recap facts in a...
If you haven't read my previous post (A Horny Woman: Beginnings), then shame on you! All kidding aside, let me rehash a little bit. My name's Paula Oort. I'm 34, single and very independent. The obligatory physical stuff - I'm relatively tall for a woman at five-eight, I am in great shape and keep the flab away with an hour or so of work every day, my boob...
A knock at the door pulled Sarah's attention from her computer, the seemingly endless lines of code blurring as she rubbed at her eyes and took off her headphones, leaving the quiet sounds of her Spotify playlist to dance through her small office. The cool air from the open window swiftly made itself known to Sarah's body as she shivered and pulled her atten...
Author's Note: This is the second part of a triptych, and follows from my previous story 'Questioning.' While it's not absolutely necessary to read that one first, it certainly couldn't hurt. ... It was so cliched it was almost funny. Or rather, it would have been funny if it wasn't the single most mortifying thing that had ever happened to her. Despite w...