"Please raise your tray tables and make sure your seat belt is buckled," the voice said from the speaker above our heads, "Temperature at landing is a balmy, thirty-four degrees, with light snow falling." We definitely weren't in Hawaii any longer, Toto. Nat and I had a wonderful time that last week in the Islands; we 'hopped' to the big Island, to the Kon...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Aunt Mandy's Dirty Secret Readers: This is the first of ten stories based on the Mistle family; recently divorced Jenni Mistle and her eighteen-year-old daughter Chelsea Mistle. If it hasn't been placed in a series, call this 1 of 10. This series may be placed in the Lesbian cate...
Chapter II: What Ails the Good Doctor? The persons, places and events in this story are creations of my imagination and are entirely and purely fictional. They are not intended to portray any persons, places, things or any events which have occurred in real life. Any similarity to same are purely coincidental. "Yes you may," she said approvingly of his upw...
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are 18-years-old or older. ***** Lainey likes books. She loves them, actually. She loves everything about them. Their look, their feel, their heft in her small hands. She loves the soft worn canvas cover of the eighty-year old hardbacks in her grandmother's collection. She loves the d...
Unfortunately I Couldn't Find an Editor for the next part of the Story I hope it is "Good to Go" Chapter 2 Lacy learns the truth about herself The next morning I was up first and Amanda was asleep on the floor and of course Stacy was still in the chair. I was feeling really strange and my panties were a total mess. I needed a shower and some time to clea...
I heard the clock chime from the hall, it was 11.15, as I stood by the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to boil. Click and I turn to see the steam wafting towards the ceiling. I lollop towards it, my head hurting with every step, my muscles aching. My own fault I know, but did it have to remind all the time! I poured the black strong liquid, stirred it...
CHAPTER ONE Stephanie thought her life was pretty well organised until Julie hired her as piano teacher. Then things started to go wrong. Almost 20 years old, she had learned from her Chinese mother the value of a good education. Her passion was music. She was two years into her Music Degree at University. Her mother was doubtful that piano would provide a...
Many heartfelt thanks to all the Literotica fans who responded so favorably to my first story. Your support is greatly appreciated. And thanks to Literotica.com for giving so many gifted writers a forum with which to share their talents and enjoy others. I'm hoping Literotica starts up a new story thread dealing with accidental public nudity, forced public s...
Finsbury Park was a grubby part of North London, street upon street, of Victorian-era terrace houses, mostly, three or four floors high. Many, if not most, had been split into one or two-room flats and a lot of those were quite illegal, in-so-far-as, they failed to meet the regulations required of landlords. But people were desperate for accommodation, conse...
This continues my stories in the "The Stacks" series. Hope you enjoy. I heard the alarm going off, but I didn't want to get up just yet. Reaching out I pushed the snooze button and silence returned. My hand found it's way back between my legs, back to my wet pussy and resumed tracing a line up and down my slit, to the base of my clitoris. I was reliving my...