"Babe, I want to talk about something." I felt my stomach sink a little and, feeling apprehensive, finished toweling off my hair and turned to stare at him. "Okay..." "Come here." He watched me saunter towards him, naked, and a wide smile crept across his face. I crossed my arms. "So talk." He crooked a finger. "Closer." I shook my head, trying not t...
Far beyond the bright lights and tall towers of the city, stands Fucksalott Farm, where most of the animals walk on two legs, and they fuck all day long. A place as idyllic as it is interesting, the farm is home to only animals, as is the rest of the world now. Sebastian is technically in charge, and keeps the place safe, the sheep beg for his cock whenever...
(Bombshellwife invites you to catch yourself up to date with her previous stories, visiting with her son and his friends at college.) Funny how you have flash-backs at strange times. I was trying to recover from an incredibly hot orgasm and all I could think of was more! more! My panties were gone, my legs were sweaty and trembling, but I was insatiable. T...
Pam and Amy carried their Cokes to the row of benches and sat, facing the stores that lined the hallway. "Did you see those shoes back there?" Amy asked. "Weren't they the best?" "Oh I know. I loved those little bows on the back." Pam took a sip from her Coke just as two young men walked by. Pam, looking down at the floor, noticed a pair of snakeskin boots...
Marian came through my office door late in the day, looking good as always. She looked very cool in her t-shirt, shorts, running shoes and white, calf length socks, witnessing to the positive change in the weather. I swiveled in my desk chair and looked her up and down. "Glad you could make it by," I said, "how may I help you?" "Ah, c'mon Mack. It's nice ou...
It's after-hours at the club, and there are only twelve couples left in the place. The bartender announces last call, and we exchange sheepish glances with the man and woman sitting and the next table. We know that for us, the night is just beginning. Somebody dims the lights again, and the DJ spins a song with a heavy bass line. It's so loud that you can f...
This was one of a number of stories I published on anon.penet.fi in the 1990s. I found a trove of them while browsing through some old CD-ROMs, and decided to give them new life on Literotica. *** Proper attire can make almost any activity a pleasure — even taking the trash out. I often liven up this mundane chore by leaving it to Noreen — my tarty TV pers...
I walk through the front door and heave my backpack into the corner. "Are you here?" I call to the quiet house. "In the bedroom" you call. I walk through the house, and find you standing in the middle of the bedroom, wearing only a black silk under bust corset, matching thong panties, and opaque black lace top stockings, and looking self conscious. "I'...
So Francesco's girl friend Michelle worked at a ladies' or girl's wear boutique, and when her hours and Master's free time coincided we went there. She was petite in stature, short blond hair, green eyes, slim and small breasted. She was dealing with a customer when we walked in, Tark wearing army fatigues and t-shirt to reveal his muscularity, and I wore no...
Selina Kyle was in a bit of a bind. She couldn't help but muse at how erotic her situation was. She had been stripped naked, and her hands tied to opposing corners of a four-poster bed. Pacing impatiently back and forth in front of her was the daughter of the demon, Talia Al Ghul, looking frustrated but more sultry than ever in her backless white dress. Sel...