'Careful of the grass. You don't want to scratch those pretty legs of yours.' She wanted to kick him in the balls. But then she thought against. She strutted off ahead, not paying heed to his remarks, and crouched low and whipped out a pair of binoculars. 'There it is! The Egret! Are you taking a photo?' She turned around, just in time to see him shift his...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
My husband and I asked my sister (Debbie) to join us for a few months after her divorce and she accepted. She got here early on Saturday. When we opened the door we invited her in. As usual she was dressed in frumpy loose jeans and an old T-shirt that was way to big for her. While we were bringing her bags into the room we had for her, Scott and I both made...
For the past few years my wife and I have thoroughly enjoyed reading Literotica. I often enjoy the Exhibitionist & Voyeur stories while my wife is drawn to the Group Sex stories, but our favorite is the Loving Wives category. We're not much into the cuckold stuff, but we have found some of the hottest, most erotic tales in this category. Since we have gotten...
"I thought this was supposed to be girls' night out," Mia Tyler said. "It is," Liv said. "Why?" "What's he doing here?" She pointed out Elijah Woods standing at the bar. "He's not the one we need a break from. Besides, they're leaving day after tomorrow." Christine Astin nudged Amy. "What's wrong with Nicki?" "She's mad. She hasn't gotten laid in de pas...
(This story was originally written under the name Agony. I have made some minor changes to the story. After writing a story called Violets Are Blue, I was encouraged to rewrite this story.) It was a scorching Saturday morning in the beginning of a great July. Barbara Letti slowly walked down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here a...
[This is a work of fiction. The Story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps a few female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not be completely realistic. All places, events, and persons are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] ***** I guess...
This is the second chapter in my String of Luck. Everything about this string revolves about Nella, my wonderful girlfriend. As most of you know by now, we met at a sculpting class a year and a half ago. The events told in the first chapter happened the during the first few days of our being together. This one is a bit more recent. You see, five months after...
I have a strange tale to chronicle, a peculiar String of Luck that keeps getting longer every month or so. I'm Will, and this tale is the story of my relationship with a wonderful woman, Nella. It began the day I first went to spend a night at her place. She was my new girlfriend, gorgeous, and all was good in the world. We had met a few weeks earlier during...
George lowered himself slowly into the cool water of the pool; the feeling of relief was immediate. Not that the heat of the day was that bad (somewhere in the high 80's) –the real relief was centered in his no longer swollen but still very tender scrotum. It hadn't been that many days since he'd been clocked in the nuts by a softball traveling at near 80 mp...