I let her sleep in my bed. I drag a blanket downstairs and set myself up on the couch with a movie playing on TV. I can't sleep in the same bed with her right now. Tara, with her long hair, long legs, eyes to die for. I often found myself staring at her full lips, wishing I could have another taste. She's quiet, soft, but like me she's cautious, and brave. S...
Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are aged 18 or older. September 17 "Hi, Mrs. Walker. My mom said that you wanted to interview me," dark-haired, leggy eighteen year old Samantha Barker said, as she...
(Author's note. It's entirely up to you, but you will probably get more out of both if you read Shipwreck before this one. At the outset I should probably warn you that it's perhaps not for everyone. Whilst there certainly is sex, it's not exactly a sex story as such and I did not write it with Literotica in mind. However, as Shipwreck has turned out to be...
Veronica's car had come to a stop, and she couldn't get it to start again. She sat, frustrated and upset, inside her BMW on the side of a deserted country road, miles from any town. The skies were growing darker by the minute as storm clouds rolled in from the west, and the setting sun cast an eerie light on the horizon. "At least I'm near a house," she thou...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Thelma saw the girl walking down Barcelona Drive, apparently limping. Thelma knew it was at least two miles to the nearest residence, a complex of Townhouses. She also knew the girl did not live in that complex; she had a townhouse there and knew all o...
Friday evening: I race through the house and up the stairs. "Hey Dad, it's me, Maxi", I call. No reply. That figures: Dad's still on tour and Cindy probably went on another of her spa breaks. Suits me: no awkward questions from Dad about where I'm going and no bimbo step-mum to piss me off. Tonight's a big night and I'm already running late. I wriggle out...
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...
Every morning before work, Alicia and Dan ( a friend from work) go by the gym for a few hours. They've become friends with a few of the regulars. One of the regulars is a personal trainer named Martha. She usually trains high school kids and teachers through the summer months. Last summer, she was training Kelly. Kelly had just graduated. She was starting a...
I was trying to decide what I wanted to do. I was in a strange city somewhere in Texas. I was headed to San Antonio to see my friend. I was tired of driving and I would finish the drive the next morning. I wasn't expected till the afternoon anyways. I saw a sign for a bar. On the marquee read XL wet t-shirt contest. I decided that could be interesting, so I...
One of our dancers, Kate, barged her way into the dressing room. I caught a glimpse of beads of light sweat rolling off her face and the blue leotard hugging her figure, encircled by a tutu adorned with sequins and feathers. "Where's my costume?" Kate asked loudly, "I need to get changed for the next scene!" I was sitting in front of a mirror. My make up...