So of course this, and all Big Daddy stories, are about consenting adults. Whether this story is a work of fact, fantasy, or a combination, well that's for me to know ;-). I am sorry that this chapter took longer than the others, I love getting readers input and I tried to please everyone with this. In the end I had to go back and re-tool it to make it wor...
**Author's Note: Apologies for those who read this series that it took so long to post. Been writing other stories and trying to get this one just right. I feel that if I rushed it then it would cheat the readers and I don't like doing that. Hope you enjoy this chapter, it gets kinda crazy. ***** His hostile glare was as hard as daggers but Agnes only smil...
After the first fuck of the day, Kamesh walked over to the chair and sat down before wearing a bermuda and a shirt to go down to catch some Coconut water in the yard of the farm and watch the serene rivulet coasting along the coconut rice and mango farm which belonged to his grandfather. Suseela was ravished and was lying naked on the thatched ground a few m...
-3- Morning brought just a trace of sunshine through the gray outside, and the rain had subsided to a drizzle. Lacey emerged from the shower making no effort to hide her nakedness and sat before the mirror with her hair dryer. "We might just get done and get out of here today," she said matter-of-factly. "Maybe," I replied as I headed for the bath. "Righ...
I feigned interest in the baseball game on the tv as I tried to casually survey the occupants of the dimly lit bar. Coming here tonight had been an impulsive decision. One that I was beginning to regret. But I had been bored at home and was hoping for that one in a million chance of finding an interesting conversation partner. I chewed on the straw of my r...
I'm an old lady, the gray haired granny worried about blood pressure, not boob size. I'm a prude, preferring a turtleneck to something slinky....most of the time. An old fashioned, conservative, boring product of the baby boom who fears technology even if I do write for Literotica now and then. I twirled the DVD in my hand one more time and knew this was stu...
Author's Note: Part of this storyline is around reluctance, since the plot is rooted in exacting. Yet, overall theme is beyond unwillingness, thus I'm posting this story in loving wives category. The story is a pure work of fiction, all characters and events in the tale are imaginary and fictitious. =============== One week ago: 30 year old Sheikh Jama...
Late morning sunlight slanted in the windows of the bedroom. A cool breeze wandered in through the open French doors, the morning air playing with the lace draped in the corners of the big canopy bed. Leaves rustled from the maple trees that ringed the deck outside the bedroom of the old farmhouse, fresh and crisp in their chatter. Janice stirred gently as...
Todd and I didn't meet up online for a couple of weeks following our "session". I couldn't explain why, but I felt weird about it and thought it best to stay away for a spell. When we did speak again over the internet, it was as if nothing had happened, and I was fine with that. We went on like we had before our meeting. I was still training as a cyclist, a...
I was tingling with excitement as our Tahoe jittered along the dirt road, its tires churning the dry Arizona soil into a billowing cloud of white dust in our wake. We were going camping. I smiled to myself, watching out of my side glass as the desert passed by. Actually, we were going fucking, but we were doing the fucking in a tent in the middle of nowhere,...