I spent Sunday recovering from the party. I got several texts within the first hour of waking. One from Beth which said, 'Thank you Rob, it was a memorable night.' One from Emma saying, 'I wonder why mum is smiling, but so knackered? ;-)' One from Mandy which simply said, 'You owe me, and Beth owes me too.' The last one made my heart sink a bit. I reme...
The world would run much more smoothly if everyone knew their place. My name is Kristin Jill Peterson and I firmly believe we all have our place in this world. Some of us must lead. The rest of us must serve. I belong to the category of leaders. I'm a five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the cit...
You leave Gina and Sarah to fondle each other as you try to decide who you should use to get yourself hard again. Though Maya's tits look full and inviting, it is Serena who you realize has yet to experience a cock inside her tonight, and you plan to quickly remedy that. She's left some cum on her face from before—she's clearly learning—and she's rubbing her...
Heather sighed as she fidgeted with her hands. Maybe that was why women carried those little clutch bags? Not to hold their make-up or the keycard that she had stashed in the band of her stocking, but to give them something, anything, to do with their hands at moments like this. She stood on the landing at the top of the stairs, looking about the large for...
Chapter 2: A Sale in The Harem Author's Note: This is the first sequel to "Harem School", called "Harm School" here thanks to my proof-reading skills in submitting it to Literotica. That story was to set the scene. This story is set within that scene. This story took me a long time to write because it bogged itself down in poor writing, and me failing to...
How am I supposed to feel about Senator Jenna Kennington? I was a successful lawyer when I met her. One of the few women to have gotten through law school. I could have just kept my head down and went on with my life. But here was this glamorous Hollywood actress with a social conscience. She knew how to tug my heart strings. Made me feel I had a duty to hel...
The Erotic Tales of Scherazade No.1: The Tale of the Caliph of Ishfahan, the Slave Girl Kim-al-din Hasan and The Nemesis Bird. With homage and acknowledgement to the authors of the Tales of the Arabian Nights. "Then, if it pleaseth Allah, let me tell you O King of the tale of the Caliph of Ishfahan, the slave girl Kim-al-Din Hasan and the Nemesis Bird. S...
By Ezra Zane I met Prince Mohammed, first son and heir of a sheik, my junior year when he transferred to The Petroleum Engineering School at The University of Texas. We discovered we both liked hunting, golf, fast cars, a good laugh and women, as well as the oil business. We became best friends. Attracting women wasn't a problem for me. My family wasn't in...
I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror in the copy room, and I smiled at my slender waist, full wide hips, and exceptionally big bottom. I straightened my skirt, making my huge backside jiggle a little, and thought how nice it was going to be to get away from this office for an entire summer. An entire summer of pleasure and relaxation! I walked...
The fourth was an electric day for us. We'd hardly slept the night before and now the air around us was supercharged with electricity and excitement. We were partying with James tonight. Just before going to bed last night, I'd checked my email again. There it was: David, if you're still interested in Suzannah from the website, we are making another vide...