Allie was deep in thought. She couldn't get the new girl in the coffee shop out of her mind. She first met Jenny three weeks ago while taking in her daily caffeine break, and her mind had been spinning since. Jenny is a mid-20s girl of Vietnamese background, maybe 5 feet 2, with a very athletic body; her breasts are perfect. Actually, Jen may be one of t...
She was fire and ice. Something I never thought I would get my hands on and yet wanted immensely. I should have listened to my mother when she said what we wanted wasn't always what we needed. Still I felt like somewhere inside of me I needed her and maybe, just maybe she needed me too. You think I would have known better. A woman like that needs no one. "I...
I sat in bed after my boyfriend finished making love to me and left for class. I thought about the last three months with Paul. It was the same old story with every relationship that I had: the first few months were great, but when it came to sex I was never really satisfied with anyone. I liked to think it wasn't me; I may not see myself as gorgeous but I h...
This story is a request from a Literotica reader. It is one of four parts. She has given me the parameters with which she wants. Part 1 here has been approved by her. As soon as she approves each story to her liking I'll post the rest. It is long, but that's how she wanted each one. So enjoy and remember, this is to her liking, so if you don't like then I a...
"I'm not really hypnotized," Valerie said quietly. "I'm pretty tired, I'll admit. Pretty..." She paused, momentarily distracted by a gleam of light from Jacqueline's crystal pendant. "Um...vacant...but I'm not hypnotized." "Of course you're not," Jacqueline agreed. "You're just relaxed, that's all. You're relaxed and happy, feeling pleasantly sleepy and enj...
Now I know what it is to be entangled. It means to be tangled up in your own frustrated desire: a sad joy. Not bittersweet, two emotions dissolving into each other, but two emotions entangled: both whole and solid. I was in a seven-year relationship with a man at the time. I could neither admit nor seek sexual fulfillment. When I met Lucia I met someone ent...
You know my story. Or rather, you think you know my story. The story of the poor little girl whose mother died when she was young and her father remarried. Who became little more than a servant in her own home after the death of father. You think my fairy godmother or perhaps the spirit of my late mother in a tree blessed me so that I went to the ball and m...
At around 7:45pm that evening, I am sitting on my bed, drying my hair, and trying to decide what to wear when I meet Rhonda, who with her late husband, were companions when I was married. We ad run into each other at the gym earlier on the day. We were chatting while winding down and had agreed to meet for dinner. Although not close friends, my husband and I...
Cathy?! Cathy?! Cathy felt someone rousing her from her sleep. It was her friend Millie. Millie would stop by most mornings for coffee and talk. "Cathy? Do you feel OK?" Cathy rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. "I am sorry, Millie. I don't know why I overslept." It was only then that Cathy realized she was naked in front of her friend. Not that it matter...
As usual, meant only for people old enough to read it, who don't find sex between women offensive. If you like it, I'd appreciate knowing it, and if you don't, I'd appreciate knowing why. Thanks! "You're a beautiful, beautiful bride, sweetheart." "Thank you, Daddy." Then I added as I hugged him, "But you'd say that no matter what I looked like." He didn't...