Nancy Mortimer was settled down for the night, half way down her second, and last glass of her favourite white wine, book in hand, soft music, lights fairly low, and a nice warm fire. She had finished talking to her husband, and she was feeling a bit horny. They had joked about what they would like to be doing right now, instead of being 800 miles apart. "I...
Associate professor Cassandra Marsh stomped into her office, tossed a plastic folder of notes on to her desk and groaned in annoyance. She had just (finally) gotten rid of an insufferably persistent gentleman by acquiescing to his request for a date. Cassandra, or Cassie, as those she was closest to called her, sat down in the comfy leather chair that had be...
There weren't any signs. There was no strange car in the driveway. No trail of clothes from the living room up to the bedroom. There were no sounds of "Fuck me harder" echoing through the house. I didn't feel too well so after my morning meeting, I decided to head home. Being the boss you could do things like that. It took me by complete shock when I walked...
Part Three Jane Jelly Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. "Alice!" Jane shrieked. "You're. . . you're. . . Uh! What are you doing here?! What happened to Roy?! And what the fuck happened to you?!" she thought. Alice smiled, "Oh, I was just passing through, decided to drop by, check on old friends." Her smile was predatory, her gaze, seductive, and she l...
[This story contains oral sex, MF, MFF, FF sex. No anal, no bondage, no cheating, no BDSM, and no animals were hurt or injured in the writing of this story. No religions are defamed or mentioned. If you are looking for any of the things that aren't in this story you will be disappointed. If you might like a story about people meeting and beginning something...
Authors notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life characters or situations is completely coincidental. This is the third chapter of You Belong to Me, a story of a happily married couple with all of the hallmarks of a successful marriage wherein the wife takes another man as lover. If this type of story is not for you, move on to another....
Some lucky ladies were blessed with a toned, gold-standard booty fixed atop a pair of mile long, sculpted legs that became pure poetry when set into motion. Brittany, my wife of just under five years, was one of those precious few women, which made me incredibly blessed as well. Her amazing ass sung sweet music as it swayed across the parking lot of our apar...
I went home that night in a foul mood. I caught every red light possible, every moron who's ever driven a car in his life was in my way and I had decided that the stuff people talk about in LitErotica stories about wiring up their houses for video and audio and all that were horse shit. I'd paid a visit to Frys Electronics on the way home and that shit is ex...
Cher pushed the door open with her elbow and hurried to the kitchen counter. She wanted to put her grocery bags and holiday packages down before she lost her grip on them. She sat them down with a thump and one of the bags tipped over scattering groceries everywhere. Silently swearing at herself she took off her gloves. She slipped them into her pocket and t...
The room reminded Jean of a meat locker. The floor, through spic and span and polished to a sheen, was sturdy tile with shower drains at regular intervals. Designed to be hosed down. It gave the room an air of degradation that Jean wasn't sure if she liked. The architecture was marble, with the right wall dedicated to a line of vanities that would be the e...