All names and characters in this story are fictional and have no connection with any actual person living or dead. ***** During the dinner, Eduardo smiled a lot, and his flashing, sparkling blue eyes entranced me. He asked me more about my life, including some of the sordid details of guys coming on to me in prison. I looked at his lips as he spoke, and th...
Property or Person? How did it come to this? My name is Jan Thomas, I am the very image of the perfect suburban wife and mother. I am just that, a wife of twenty plus years, mother of three beautiful university student daughters, high school teacher, Girl Guide leader, church volunteer. Oh, and desperate mleccha slut for my Hindu god Vivek. It should not be...
Inspired by someone I met my three months in Belize during the late 70's while in the Signals. I have lived in a number of shared houses over the years some as a tenant and some as the landlord with lodgers. This story is about one of the ones I lived in as a tenant while doing my PhD. It was with two other PhD students, both of whom could be more than a li...
My name is Jan; I am a Company Secrecy for a major Oil & Gas company in Aberdeen. My divorce papers were being finalised; my Ex's reason, he trading me in for a younger model. However our divorce was quite amicable; maybe it was just that time. My name is Jean; I am a Radio Presenter; with my own radio shows on an Aberdeen based radio station. I am also di...
"Have you checked the comments on the last pictures we uploaded on the Web site?" Pamela asked addressing Robert and Vanessa. It was Saturday and they were just finishing lunch at Robert and Vanessa's house. They'd eaten out in the back yard and it had been more like a picnic. Pamela had fixed pastrami and roast-beef sandwiches and they had spread a blanket...
Being Bi is not something you let be known when you are a male biker hanging out with guys that party with the Outlaws and other one-percenter clubs. But, Bi I am and have been for my whole life, so I've learned when and where to let the secret out. The club I was riding with at that time would do all of the usual poker runs as well as the weekly Friday nig...
"To recreate this scene, you will need..." John tightened his calf muscles as he watched the young woman on the TV present an untidy scrap of cloth. "One white fishnet dress." He thought he knew her, somehow - something in her voice perhaps. He didn't know anybody with a crimson streak through her long blonde hair. And he certainly didn't know anybody who...
Chapter 4 I damn near fainted more than once, not being exactly a spring chicken anymore, as Consuela, my lovely bride, wore me down at last. I had beads of sweat dripping off my flesh, and she had them, too, until I licked hers off her skin, of course. Consuela Jackson, nee Dominguez, was truly the most erotic and sensual woman I had ever known. I had no i...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I'm Brianna and this is the first of my 40-story series of the sexual fantasies that women want. Each story is 3,000 to 3,700 words and one Literotica page. Instead of only writing erotic stories in one or two categories, I'll be routinely writing stories in 27 categories....
(This story can be read independently from Chapter 1: but in the end, all the chapters will tie together) *** Ron and Nikki spread their blanket near the far end of the beach. It was a hot mid-afternoon and although the beach was far from empty, there was nobody very close to them. Ron had an ulterior motive: the last time they were at the beach, Nikki...