Sonya was naked in her dream. She didn't have immediate feelings of horror or shame. Sonya felt relaxed. She could feel the warm sun on her body and the wind on her backside and her pussy. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. When she opened her eyes again, everything was dark. Then, the ground beneath her began to shake. Fear began to set in...
I rode my Harley through the driving rain to her home, the downpour soaking me through. It was dark now. I was wet, cold and getting tired. I had been riding for hours to see Marion because she'd pissed me off for the last time and this time I was going to do something about it. I parked my bike on the side of the road and walked up her step and buzzed the i...
She looked at the clock, though it was hardly necessary, she knew it had been precisely 25 minutes since he had let her know that he was on his way home. Being punctual was something that had always been a point of pride with her. As usual, she had spent the day doing her keeping the house arranged, something she took a great deal of pleasure doing. Today,...
This story, to my shame, is absolutely true. To save embarrassment to Helen, I have changed her name and some of the smaller details that might give a clue to her real identity. I don't know who will read this and would hate for it to get back to her and cause any difficulties. I met Helen on line. Her handle was "Lady of Kent". The chat line was a free for...
Preface While the title of the story might remind you of the Hindi movie Woh Saat Din, this story's inspiration actually comes from another Hindi movie Road. It certainly is not a rip-off of that movie with liberal dosage of sexual episodes. The movie had a few hints on cuckolding and I wished the Director had spent a little more time on that aspect. Unfort...
Contributed by Richard Williams for the enjoyment of Literotica's readers. This fictional story is copyrighted and may only be used for your personal pleasure. It may not be sold, distributed, or posted on another website without the author's permission. AT THE SUMMIT by Prof. Richard W. (formerly of the University of ____________) Part 7 Late in 1997...
Nadine knew that staying at Sandals Negril was not the most realistic reintroduction to her island homeland, but she had left Jamaica twenty years before and her childhood memories had seemed magical the more she had indulged them. So, she had not hesitated when the opportunity to return to the island had come up. She got into the coach at the Donald Sangste...
I was fortunate to have lots of friends growing up. When I moved out of the "ol' stompin grounds", I generated a whole new batch of friends. Sadly, as I settled into married life halfway across the country, maintaining these friendships has been very difficult to say the least. As with any friendship, some fade away but the special ones are bonds forever, ev...
Chapter Eleven – Lilith the Avenger Jadranka, formerly known to the world as Danka, presented herself to her professors. She recognized two of the instructors from the Followers' celebrations she had attended earlier in the year. However, there was no special interaction with them. The Cult of the Ancients had dissolved, its members had cut themselves off f...
My pen name should be a tip-off, but the things that happen in my stories aren't exactly the most likely results of any circumstance. This is an entry in the '09 Lit Halloween Contest. **** Jamie picked up her bag from the motionless carousel, thinking that the silence of the terminal was a perfect fit for Halloween, and her mood. She slipped a hand behind...