I want to hide out where you work so I can follow you into the bathroom, pull you into a private stall, grab you by your hips and sit you up on the back of the toilet. My tongue would be probing inside of your mouth. I'd run my hands over your stomach and tits while I kissed you and position myself between your legs where I could feel your pussy getting warm...
Dinner that evening was an event. Velvet had insisted on preparing the meal and the King, the Queen, the Princess and the Seneschal found themselves in culinary heaven. The first course was stuffed mushrooms that had been grilled over a smoky flame. The earthy mushrooms had been marinated in garlic-laden oil and fat chunks of sweet crabmeat swam in a creamy...
It was the closest I've ever been to hell, and heaven, on this earth. My name is Christine Wonderle. I'm a divorced, 32 year old small transport plane pilot in Alaska, one of the hundreds of "bush pilots" that earn their living in Alaska, ferrying people and goods from small town to encampment, and back again. Alaska is pretty much as wild as people picture...
This is chapter 2 of the series. It is strongly recommended that you read the first chapter to follow the story. ************************** Natasha could only bow her head and cry. The onslaught was relentless. The yells increased the stream of tears flowing from her eyes. Jennifer's assault, even though well provoked, was pounding Natasha's spirit to a pu...
Blue and I are on our way to town, (not to be confused with tomorrow's trip to the city) The town is 50 miles from home. The city is 300 miles. I don't dress hotly when we go to town. Everyone knows me there as a leader of charity... I can't go to town looking hot. To town, I usually wear loose-fitting jeans and an UN-flattering t-shirt. Blue says I look se...
It was not a nice Saturday. Outside cold rain spilled from an angry sky while a mournful wind howled a dirge to the beat of the water on the roof. Matthew, Cheryl's beau, was away on an army exercise in Queensland leaving her with nothing more than her vibrating dildo for sexual relief. Twenty-two years old and a grass widow, she thought as she lay back on h...
The phone jangled me out of a particularly erotic dream at 6:30 AM. I was pretty disoriented, trying to make the leap from Salma Hayek's hot tub back to my dumpy bedroom. But even in that state I knew it had to be one of two things: a family emergency or Dickie, the scheduling supervisor at work. Fortunately it was Dickie. "What do you want, Dick? It's my d...
Picture two horny 18-year-old girls in bikinis, looking for guys, at the public swimming pool on a Friday night. OK, let me guess: You’ve got in mind two skanky little hard-bellies with perfect tits, asses you could bounce quarters of off, and an Avril Lavigne pout. Correct? I wish. Jessica and I are the two geeky girls who can’t get laid. What do you thi...
In the Big Apple, New York City, where just about anything and everything goes from the upper-crust wealthy who have their inner city castle-apartments in the East End and those overlooking Central Park to the bohemian lifestyle in Greenwich Village between Bleecker and West 3rd Streets, and, of course, Times Square, there is in the Village the Club Sappho....
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...