Lanni strutted through the crowded parking lot of her high school. She knew she looked smoking hot in her tiny happy faced t-shirt, skin tight red ultra-mini skirt and 5 inch leopard-skin fuck me pumps. She was floating on air. It was her birthday and she'd already gotten banged by her father even before she left the house for school. Even after cleaning up,...
Her day began like most every other day. Get up, shower, get the boys off for school, get her husband off to work, and then get to work herself. Sherrie was a Front End Manger for a grocery store. She had been at this job for almost a year and loved the work. She especially loved working with some of the people there. But secretly, her favorite person was he...
My name is Rebecca I am eighteen and I'm a small female with a small butt with a 32-a cup breast. I am a straight girl, but there has always been a friend of mine I've been curious about. Her name is Ashley. She is a pretty girl with big eyes, with a small butt and ridiculously large breasts. I mean they had to have been a least a c cup going on a d cup. She...
This story will be a slow burn. From the beginning.... Sam felt suddenly very strange. She was in a very familiar, very comfortable place – she was lying naked in Jack's muscular arms. He was doing something he had done to her a thousand and more times. She and Jack had been together for six years after all. So there he was, working his routine. Gently kis...
Hello Literotica! This is my first ever story submission to the website. My writing is probably weak as, compared to the other amazing writers on here, but I hope you will still enjoy this little story :) *** Jessica is a 20 years old blonde. She has a lot of great attributes, but she's mostly proud of her sexy long legs, which is why she exposes them quit...
What goes on in people's bedrooms is nobody's business, alright? My name is Jessica Winston, but my friends call me J.W. I was born in the City of Kingston, the Capital of Jamaica, to a Jamaican mother and Caucasian father from Great Britain, whom I never knew. My mother, Astrid Winston and I moved to the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, ten years after...
You come back after a bad day, me back after a good day, and my cheerfulness just annoying you. But you are horny too; it's two days away from your period, and you want that release. You pour yourself a drink, and tell me to go prepare myself. I'm not sure what's happening, but I want to please you, so I go strip and shower and douche, shave my legs, brush...
Solitary confinement lasted a month for Cami. She'd heard about it from other women prisoners, but she couldn't have imagined what it was like. While Cami was never the most talkative girl, she never realized how much she valued some companionship, some speaking. A little while in- she couldn't tell days and nights- she started talking to herself, sometimes...
This story is dedicated to Heather, the real life Heather. Although some details are true, the outcome isn't. However, that is how we would have liked it to end. I left home after I graduated from college. I didn't like the way my parents treated my youngest sister which was the same way they had treated me; because I had no means to change that situation...
Consciousness of time was momentarily forgotten. Paula, with eyes closed, relaxed on the couch, the memory of her last sexual encounter replaying in all its detail. The light fragrance of his aftershave and deodorant. His firm, stocky body, strong hands, full biceps . . . the dreaminess in his eyes. The taste of his kisses and the salt on his body. And firmn...