1 Revolution = 3 Years Average Life Expectancy = 300 Revolutions We lived on an island, a rather expansive and large island. But by the time you were about of age you had seen the entire island. And likely used most things on the island to bang yourself. Sometimes you would get the other girls of your grouping and play games. Holding each other down while...
A/N: this is part 1 of a 6-part series. ************** My name is Patricia and I have quite the story to tell. It all started when I was a child. My parents, both only children that had seen their own parents die when they were young adults, died in a car accident when I was 4 years old. My sitter, an elderly neighbor, could not take care of me so I was p...
I repeat "English not being my usual language, please excuse me for grammar and translation errors. My histories are only pure fiction. Have a pleasure." * * * * * That suitable two years that I have installed to my account in a small southern city of France. I had 2 to 3 month of difficult. I am single and I know that peoples wonder what bit well to mak...
Virginia opened the envelope with slow fingers, she knew what the contents would be and was having second thoughts about whether she had done the right thing. As expected. Inside was her ticket to her old school's Valentine's Day Ball. Virginia, or Ginny as she preferred to be called, hadn't been to a school reunion since she had left some five years previo...
Author's Note: The following is an interracial lesbian story. If you find this theme offensive, please find another story to enjoy. This is also my 2012 entry for the Literotica Nude Day contest; as always, please cast only one vote per reader, and comments are very much appreciated and enjoyed. I would also like to give a big thanks to BradBigBrain for edi...
Back in my room that morning, I reflected on the night's events. How easily I had succumbed to Steff's advances. How foolish I had been to imagine that power rested in our formal positions. As a College Fellow and a tutor, and as an older woman, I had assumed that power rested with me - the swiftness with which that idea had been shattered was part of what h...
Jen was lost in ecstasy, unimagined delight coursing through her body, every part of her burning with a fire like the sun, white light in her mind, almost all consciousness extinguished by the intensity of the sensation, but she wasn't enjoying it. She knew that this was what Mistress had promised her, experience and pleasure beyond anything she had ever dre...
(Chapter 6 of The Whites, Copyright 2006 by IR Inc.) * While Marge quite often gave high teas at which everyone dressed up, mornings she would usually spend in the company of her cousin Millie or her friend Velma. The two seldom came together. Jo could tell why: Marge's cousin and Velma were from two different worlds. One could see Millie doing church wor...
In the last segment, "Brenda's Revenge", Brenda punished her Dad for what he had done to her and then left to make her way in the world. Brenda and Tai I was delicately putting rouge on my pink nipples and I could never do it without thinking about the older guy who had paid for my boob job three months prior. He wanted to do it for me just so that I would...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** I watched my mother rub the fuzzy fabric between her fingers. Not looking at the cashmere sweater, just feeling it. Her eyes were directed elsewhere. At someone I didn't want them directed at. "You want me to distract the sal...