INTRODUCTION: Pam was raised by two very strict, old fashioned, Catholic parents, who sheltered and overly protected her, even by the standards of the 1950's and 60's. She wasn't permitted to have a boyfriend or even to date until she was a year from graduating from High School. The first and only boy she dated was Bob, who she ended up marrying. He was the...
My husband Dan and I spent a two-week holiday in Cap d'Agde in the south of France in September. We stayed in the naturist section which seems to attract swingers from all over Europe. Of course, you can go there and not be a swinger, but we thought it would be a pity not to join in, so we did. I've always been broadminded, but if I still had any inhibitions...
Author's note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. T...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual sh...
Southern wife's interracial adventures This story is a rewritten version of one I posted here at Literotica in 2003 writing as Raven 222. I hope readers will find this reworking, with its enhanced detail and dialogue, to be an improvement. As with my other Blondie adventures, this account is taken from an actual event that occurred much as depicted, my wife...
Chapter 9 - The Club (Part 1 was chapters 1 through 7 and Part 2 was chapter 8.) The room was dimly lit, much like any nightclub would be. The music was loud enough but not so overpowering that someone would have to shout to be heard. An old Linda Ronstadt tune, "It's So Easy" was playing. There were booths around three sides of a hardwood stage. Each one...
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about previous chapters of this story. Thank you again to Margaret who continues to proofread for me. She's a lovely friend to have. ~ellie ***** It had not taken long to settle the children in from their big day out and all of them, even the older ones, had fallen asleep relatively quic...
It was a must attend event for anyone who was lucky enough to have been selected by Exyberkraft's board of directors. Carolyn was justifiably proud to have been named as one of only a handful of company executives chosen to attend the International Conference. This year, the conference was going to be held in Madrid, Spain. Carolyn had been with Exyberkraf...
First Inning: My name is Richard Walton. I grew up in a southern Wisconsin town large enough to have its own high school but not the size of Madison or Milwaukee. We were the kind of town where everyone knew each other and most folks didn't bother to lock their doors when they were away. Like most mid-sized towns in America, we had a few who were called the...
Two attractive, and mostly naked college freshmen were having a blast. They were on a drop cloth in an old high school gym. Paint was everywhere. It was on the drop cloth, on the ladders, but mostly on them. Angie had tubes of art paint in each hand. Gretchen had just given up her brush and had grabbed the whole bucket of house paint. Before the inevitable h...