This story is only for fun, no harm intended to anyone. All the characters in this story are fictitious, resemblance may be as a result of coincidence. ************************************ I was bent over the reception desk entering the umpteen details that these French hotels insist on asking for when I heard this whispered conversation, "God! It's him.....
The colored strobes magnified the bass beat of the house mixed dance music. Lively party girls in various phases of sweaty undress bounced in time to the music. Many patrons were dancing on the scattered parquet squares. Others were lounging in cushioned sofas arranged in intimate clusters. Scantily clad waitresses carrying drink trays navigated the furnitur...
I cursed a little too loudly as I died yet again to my best friend in Tekken. "Watch the language in there, Logan!" His mom yelled from the kitchen, only somewhat irritated. "Sorry!" I yelled back, giving my friend, Brandon Black, a look that said "oops." He shrugged at me, and turned his attention back to Tekken, which he was currently kicking my ass at...
Brenda rolled off of Tom to lie beside him in his bed, sweating and panting. She draped her leg over one of his as he wrapped an arm around her to cuddle her, rubbing her back. "Mmm," she purred, "I think I like waking up with morning sex." She traced a fingertip down his chest and belly to caress his cock, making him moan in satisfaction. "I could get use...
"Those are handsome shoes -- but you might want to consider these," said a soft voice behind me. Turning, I n into the sultry almond-shaped eyes of an attractive Asian saleswoman. "These shoes are virtually the same style, actually are of better quality, and are worth your money. Would you like to try on a pair? My name's Ella. Why don't you be seated so tha...
"What? You never seen a thong before?" The voice, deep and threatening, came from behind me, and my grip on the pint glass of Fosters I was holding involuntarily tightened. My highly focused gaze had been interpreted as a lustful stare. Which, of course, it was. It was my first time in Melbourne down under, my conference over, with one more day in town,...
Over the past month or so, one member of Literotica started corresponding with me. We are calling him 'Milind' to respect the need for his privacy. He sent me some photographs of his wife's (we are calling her Malini, again to respect the need for her privacy) face and boobs. She was amazingly pretty and her boobs? Good God. They were juicy and nice. As a r...
This three-chapter story was inspired by conversations with other Lit members over the years - some of whom are part of couples that freely share their inner sexual lives with each other and some of whom feel unable to open up about such matters to their partners. Thanks to all who have shared their experiences in regards to this dilemma, thus providing the...
((Hey all! Here's the Penultimate chapter of The Hung Games. Now I have a confession to make; some of you understandably pointed out how odd it was in the previous chapter that I went from saying "My Promised" to "brother" instead. The truth is, this was originally written as an incest story, and then I created a separate version with a little sci-fi culture...
I am a married man, living in Delhi, and this is what happened some months ago, when my wife had gone to her hometown. My friend Rajesh and his very good looking wife Anu live a kilometer away from my apartment. We meet quite often and are rather close. One day, while Rajesh and myself were having a drink, he asked me what I thought of his wife. I was quite...