Sangitta woke in the morning and felt lovely and refreshed. It was nine o'clock and she had enjoyed a good ten hours of sleep. She decided to get up make a cup of coffee and come back to bed and drink it there. Naked she slipped from under the duvet and put on a silk dressing gown and made her way to the kitchen. As she waited for the coffee machine to its...
The Sleepover: It's late one Friday evening and I'm sitting alone on the couch with my friend Christy, we are just relaxing watching movies; she is keeping me company while my husband is deployed. I have been happily married for 10 years, but the constant deployments have taken their toll on us, leading to much sexual frustration and curiosity. It is gettin...
I submitted one story today already. I began reading several stories on Literotica today, and they got me worked up into a wet mess. I decided to write another. I've already tried to write this story once, but failed to complete it because I had to stop and masturbate. It's been about 15 minutes since I finished pleasing my pussy, and it appears to be satis...
It was usual for undergrads to jog during the darkest hours of the night. While one studied at the bench under the bright lights of the corridors, girls or guys in pairs, or in small groups, would slowly pass by, their toned, muscular bodies covered with sheen of sweat. It was a marvelous display of youth, of raw sexual virility – reminiscence of a passionat...
This story is a work of fiction. Although it is dedicated to somebody very special Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. * * * 'Twas the night before Christmas, and I felt lonely and...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
My name is Georgia Antoine. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and delightfully voluptuous, big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and currently I'm in my junior year. Life at Kennedy College is okay, if a little boring at times. That's why I make my own fun. This boring college campus is too tame...
This submission is a lot longer than my last one. If anyone thinks this is too long, kindly let me know for future submissions? Thank-you. ***** Honey. It's not Blue's fetish...it's mine. Because she loves me, Blue often indulges my fetish, and it's one of the zillion reasons I love her. I cannot think about honey without getting dripping wet. Just th...
As I drove toward home my pussy was tingling, from both the after-effects of Allyson's lovemaking and the anticipation of what awaited me in my bed. I navigated the few miles home quickly, with very little traffic late at night. When I walked into my dark house and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight and there wasn't a sound. I wondered if everyone w...
(The last story Shara invited me to meet Brenda at the beach and mix it up with her lesbian group warning me they may make me a free for all party! The strapon sex is vivid but believable as the author has personally been strapon fucked for two hours at a time!) * Shara invited me to the gay/lesbian alternative nude beach that was hidden away in private p...