The Honey-Do List Ah yes, the honey-do lists, never ending yet constantly expanding. I have come to loath and fear this reminder of how "days off" are never easy nor relaxing in preparation for the next week of work. Once again, the weekend begins and soon the list rears it's ugly head. The sink to fix, the tub to re-plumb, and the grass to be mown is only...
I checked my hair and makeup in my rear-view mirror before climbing out of the car and adjusting my very short, and very low-cut light blue dress. My heart was racing as I climbed the steps to the second floor of the Best Western hotel. I drew in a deep breath before knocking on the door of room 204. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I thought to myself as...
As I pulled out of my driveway I was smiling to myself. My husband, Michael, was at home with our two kids, the oldest being twenty-four months, and he had just told me to have a good time. It was a Saturday morning and I was on my way to the hairdresser. He closed his shop at noon and I had an 11:30 appointment. I was getting a haircut. My hairdresser, Joe,...
After reading your story online at the internet café, I hit the print symbol and signed off, and made a mad dash to the checkout counter. One of the employees, a young male, was watching the pages print out on the machine, and I said, “You might not want to read that.” He turned and looked at me with a bit of a sheepish grin on his face… Back at the hotel,...
You wake up and open your eyes. Only, you see just the darkness right in front of you. As you try to remove the blindfold you realize you can't move your hands because they are bound to the headboard. You feel the ties around your legs as well. Only you don't go in to shock. You simply grin and bit your lower lip. Just then, you feel a hand move up your leg...
I'm Pat, a retired headmistress who never married. On alternate Saturday mornings Jason who is now 20 comes to clean. He is one of a group of university students who just charge minimum wage rates. When the doorbell rings I get up, slip on a short dressing gown, open the door and let him in. He slips off his coat and hangs it up. He is a Scottish lad and wea...
Author's note: This story contains non-consensual sex and an older dickgirl (GILF) on femboy. You have been warned. ***** For the first time in his life, Alex was riding a limousine. It was truly bizarre, how only a week ago he had almost been ready to sell one of his own kidneys in order to make ends meet, and now he was on his way to his new job, in the...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
There's no graphic sex here, so if that's what you're looking for, you'll be happy looking somewhere else. This is a story of betrayal, devotion, and the ending of a marriage... Or is it? Jenny Now: "I love you, Jenny," I said. She shuddered as another small orgasm flooded through her body. "I love you, too, Jeremy," she whispered as it passed. Her eyes...
AUTH0RS NOTE: I have written about my Administrative Assistant in other Literotica submissions. However, I have been watching more porn lately, particularly Italian porn movies which reminded me of our affair 30 years ago. I am reminded about some of my most memorable times with her. ***** REFLECTION Cathleen was completely naked lying face down on the be...