'Mmmmm......Uhhhhhhh..........fuck...yes that feels fantastic.' Lesley's moan was low and throaty. There was also a collective gasp from the other 5 women watching Lesley as she lowered herself onto the hard cock. Lesley took the entire length of cock underneath her, and moaned in appreciation. 'I told you she was a dirty slag,' one of the watching women...
I offer a nod of the head to Ms. KT Oslin for the inspiration for this story; she is truly a master of her craft. This story was deliberately written from a gender neutral point of view. Try looking at it from both sides of the coin. Sometimes marriage gets old. You never know what will kick start it when it does. Perhaps this is one way. * Well, we h...
NOTE: the background of this story, the past, is true. The rest of the story itself is truly what I desire. ***** My cousin came to this country when he was 18 years old. I was 11. John, my cousin, was a nice guy, cool in his own way, and he turned out to be an American success story. But in ways subtle, and some not so subtle, he was never fully "America...
"Sir." "Hgggh." Jack's eyes opened. A sturdily built woman with shoulders like a linebacker hovered beside his seat, her hand on his shoulder. Her nametag said "Joan." "Sir, I need you to bring your seatback forward for landing." "Oh. Right." His ears popped. "Sorry.... Joan." Jack Talley was old enough to remember when flight attendants were all hot, bu...
The wind blew through Jeff Emerson shaggy hair as he rode in the back of the old pickup truck. The scenery was beautiful, but lost in thought, Jeff didn’t notice. He wondered how he his life had gotten to this point. He looked like a bum down on his luck. Jeff had the grand total of fifty cents in his pocket, was badly in need of a bath, and needed to run...
This is a total fantasy written by me for fun. It contains spanking, humiliation and other fetish. Please do not read if this bothers you. All characters are 25 year old or older. ================== What am I doing standing facing the corner with my red, sore, bare bottom on display? My panty and panty hose are at my ankles and my pencil shaped blue busine...
Many thanks to Dennis for his editing of this story. Powerful computers with desktop programs have made it is easy for every organization or group of people with a common interest in this Scandinavian country to have some kind of printed matter for their members and supporters. Of course, the quality may differ from simple single A4 sheets to high qualit...
Gentle readers, a friend and writing partner suggested I make it clear from the beginning that this isn't a stroke story. And truly, it is not. Sometimes, you just need an old-fashioned love story. All rights reserved, but you knew that. "Money may buy you a fine dog, but only love makes him wag his tail." - Kinky Friedman raconteur, Texas Jewboy, a...
Notes for a family history. ************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or l...
Literotica edition © 2013 Guy Bailey Rosalinda dragged her fingers down her face as she peered closely into the mirror. She pulled the loose skin taut, stretching the wrinkles and remembering how she looked when she was younger. Age was a constant battle. It had crept up on her lately. She looked all of eighty years old. Her hair was thin and silver in colo...