Saturday, 12:00 a.m. Back at the house the girls had gotten more wasted than ever. 'Heeeeeeey!' Veronica greeted us wastedly at the door with one massive naked tit of hers hanging out of her cotton tank top, 'Iss my friends! Wassin th'bag?' 'Hey Veronica!' Jessica said, helping her put her flopping tit away, 'Lemme show you what we got!' 'Jus don' go in...
Expectations: Red Light District rarely disappoints in my experience and generally squirting sex flicks are the kind of intense fucking porn that I'm a fan of. Alexis Texas is one of the porn queens right now for a good reason. She never lets anybody down and she never will let anybody down because she's that damn good. Anybody who doesn't love Marie Luv has...
Author's note: Yes, this is Chapter 3 of the Texas Hold 'em story. For new readers this crazy sexcapade began when our heroine Alexis, a skinny, tomboyish girl of 21, found herself coerced into a strip poker game with her male friends. It was held on a yacht owned by one of the boys from Murphy's bar, their mutual hangout. Wouldn't ya know she lost the game...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong categor...
No sex in this story (and yes, I'm aware it's Literotica). ***** They say drinking too much alcohol can kill you; but Jason Tyler is fairly certain that the third beer he drank that night saved his life. Jason's wife Alexis was out of town on business and Jason drowned his loneliness in bad TV and good beer; something he rarely did if Alexis was home. The...
Friday, 11:45 a.m. One Friday during my lunch break, I was strolling through the hippie market area near my college, when an old crone approached me selling hand made jewelry or something. 'Listen, lady; I don't wear jewelry and I don't wanna buy any.' 'D'ese aint jewelry, sir; d'ese is Pagan talismans from Eire. I've got talismans f'r d'protection from...
"Life sucks and then you die, but sometimes you don't get to stay dead," that's what I would love to have seen on my headstone. Nope, they wrote the usual crap, rest in peace, and all that jazz. Someone even wrote that I was a beloved son and a kind soul. Ha! Kind of mundane, don't you think? Given the way I lived my life, raising all kinds of Hell, sometime...
After winning the Bowl game and spending the early morning hours with Rachel in her suite and after the confrontation with Coach Hannah in the elevator, Alexis and I showered and crashed in my room. We slept all night and both woke well rested. Alexis had to go back to her room to pack for the flight home. We agreed to meet in the restaurant in an hour. I pa...
Natalie Meyers, lifted her large floppy hat from her head and wiped her sweaty brow, though it was still pretty early for the sun to be beating down on someone and making them sweat. Natalie had been working since the sun first started to peak above the horizon, casting its warm rays over her little house on Kumquat Lane. She arched her back and stretched he...
The Saddle Tramp watched her sleeping as his gaze followed her body. Her tight pink nipples were pressing through her sheer nightgown. His eyes scanned her body, admiring the way the light fabric rested on her full breasts and had settled onto her thighs and her pubic mound, hinting at the V shape of her sex. He longed to touch her but hesitated. The compl...