It's a sunny and warm spring day. I'm lying on the couch under an open window, waiting for you to get home from the gym. I've placed myself there very deliberately. I've put on the skirt and t-shirt you like so much. The skirt because it's short and not too tight, and is the type that will blow up easily in a strong wind. You like the shirt for the opposite...
Writing has traditionally been considered a solitary craft. You wrote you article or book in seclusion. You submitted it to an editor or publisher and prayed it would be published. Along comes the Internet and the monsters out of the cage. You now have the ability to self publish your work. You can throw up a Blog, hook up to an RSS feed and syndicate your...
~BIG THANKS to Angel Love for helping me the editing of my first story here on Literotica.~ Jordan had so much homework and needed to get home. She knew that, but there was no way she was about to give up that jeans sale at the mall. She walked from the college campus with a heavy bag on her shoulder that pulled down on the slight sleeve of her pink cotton,...
My wife Amy and I met in college, at a house party hosted by a friend of mine. We ran in different circles in our small liberal arts school, and had run into each other a few times prior, but that party was the first time we had spent significant time together, the first time we had the opportunity to get to know one another. There was an immediate spark, an...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] [THE ALMOST TRUE TALES OF A LIFE GUARD; BRILLIANT PROMOTER, HE CONVINCED HUSBANDS TO PAY HIM TO ALSO BE A 'WIFE GUARD'; THE WIFE GUARD ENDED UP PLANTING SEEDS IN A LARGE FIELD, RAISING NEW LIFE.] * What was that old rock 'n roll song: Indiana Wants Me (Lord I can't go ba...
Wife... Mia Stephanie.... Girlfriend Terrence... Wife's lover Sasha ...... Salon Owner David.... Me My life was indeed changing. That day with Mia and Stephie was the point from which there could be no possible return. There could be no going back, but where it was going was anybody's guess. The next morning I woke early preparing to head into the offic...
He was glorious. He was strong, tanned and smooth, naked head to toe, sweat shining off his muscles as he lay back on the bed in the morning dimness of my bedroom. His mouth was open, gasping almost in surprise, moaning, groaning; his cock was long, straight and hard, like a tool hewn from stone, the shaft thick and gorging and the head big and blunt... ......
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc. depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
Greetings. The name is Trevor. A tall, good-looking Black man. You're familiar with my work. I am the Trickster. He who travels from place to place, amusing himself at the expense of the self-righteous and nasty people of the world. Those who think they're all that. Currently, I'm on vacation. Just hanging out with my buddies Jason Lombardi and Kyle Fresno L...
The next morning I woke in bed alone, the sound of the little droplets of water running in the shower beginning to fill my ears. I sat up and looked around, wondering if the night before was just a dream. I looked down and saw the dried cum on my legs and the torn black teddy on the floor and smiled to myself. With a new confidence, I walked out of bed and o...