In June of 2005, David had a business meeting in Biloxi. They were meeting at a wonderful resort hotel on the beach called the Beau Rivage. I was able to go down with him and enjoy the coast. Let me describe us for you. I am one of those lucky women that mature well. I was extremely skinny in high school. But, when I had my first child, my boobs and ass fi...
Note: Ok, this didn't actually happen. But the idea popped into my head and completely distracted me from the speech I had been so looking forward to hearing. Thought I would share it anyway. * To put it mildly, I'm a science nerd. Specifically about chemistry. I spend just about every day in a lab working on pharmaceuticals. Unless I'm in meetings. Then I...
This is a true story. All events are accurate. Names, however, were changed. We have wonderful neighbors. . . My name is Diane. My husband of 25 years, Allen, and I lounged back in the hot tub in this sunny warm winter destination. It seemed strange to be in a hot tub in this warm place; but the water was warm, not hot. The weather was cool, and overcast....
These are my true stories told from a sugar baby's perspective. This story picks up on the second day of my time with Bob. if you want to know what happened on day one, read the story, 'I was the Gift' published on October 29th, 2019. The morning started as I suspected, Bob, trying to push into me with some morning wood. With my back to him, he grabbed my...
Eric kept thinking about his sex problem. He was a crossdresser. But most gay men didn't like that. The sex, yes, but not the crossdressing. Gay men, at least most gay men, had no interest in lipstick and lingerie, and the thrill of passing as a woman. They wanted to fuck and be fucked by men. They wanted to have their cocks sucked by men. And they wanted to...
This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the second in a multi-chapter interracial cuckold story. I encourage you to read chapter 1 first, but it's not necessary. College diving coach Justin Dawson moved around in a mindless stupor as he pro...
My Favourite Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour of course. Then again, that's ginger or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once......
I was leaving a dive where a client was doing a last minute gig and needed sound support. The converted warehouse was full of stoned and drunk patrons dancing their asses off. I got things going, taped up the connections, and told the lead that I was out of there. If they wanted help tearing the equipment down, call me in the morning. Down the street was an...
I kind of knew Sally from some committees we were on together at the school, the Academic Excellence Committee and the Teacher Appreciation Committee. I won't bore you with details, these were just about what they sound like. Six or eight parents would meet in the library at the school every few weeks and plan award ceremonies and special things. I was being...
By day I write about garden fetes, charity functions and occasionally fashion updates for a regional newspaper but by night I'm a freelance Rock music journalist writing for a number of national magazines and website. It's certainly not all glamour but I get into venues for free and more often than not use my feminine charms to get free drinks most nights....