I ended my last story with me joining Doug and Ellie in their room after we had spent a day at a clothing optional beach. I had gone with them to their room totally naked as I had left my dress and sandals with our regular taxi driver but had to take another taxi back to the hotel since we hadn’t set a time for our regular driver to pick us up. As soon as we...
Disclaimer: I do not own Agents of SHIELD. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Bobbi was being left out. It was sad, but sometimes it was inevitable that one of them would be left out. Especially considering their job involved being split up for missions, and given their different skills it was unreasonable to ask for special trea...
When I returned from lunch it was lying with the rest of my mail in a pile on my desk. I get videotapes in the mail all the time—I'm the co-owner of a video editing and production firm—but this one caught my eye because it was hand-addressed personally to Mark Bernier, in block letters, with no return address. I was bored with the editing job I was in the m...
A note from the author: This is a long story, nine parts. I'll submit a part every other day so things won't get stale as you read. Most 'Loving Wives' readers like the "first person", but this is in the "third person". The concept and the story came upon me only gradually so it took a long time to write. The events below begin on a Friday night in Decemb...
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Quinn Fabray gave herself one final check in the mirror to see if there was anything more she could do to complete the illusion. As she did so she remembered the first time Santana had talked her into her old cheerleading uniform. At first she had been very agains...
This is the first story I published on another site whose rules about the age of consent are different than Literotica's so I have re-written it to conform. I hope it still makes sense especially for those who saw the original version. Thank you for all the feedback on my previous efforts and please let me know what you think about this. I don't even mind t...
Helen met with Carole in a cute little coffee shop they had discovered many years ago after Carole's husband had died. They had been coming here regularly ever since. Everyone at the place knew both of the women and treated them like royalty when they came in. Helen had helped the owner out when she was having trouble with her husband who was over possessive...
There is nothing that compares to seeing a man mount my wife. I have seen it, the thick cock sliding into her, her hips bucking against him, fucking back while they frenched kissed, their faces glistening with each other’s juices. This was Isabel, my wife of fifteen years, her nipples hard as they rubbed against my friend’s chest, her chestnut mane of hair t...
I gave myself the challenge of coming up with a reason for two people who do not like each other to choose to have sex with each other. What I ended up with was an unusual sci-fi story. No one is making them do it so it's not actually forced, but it definitely starts out as reluctant sex, so be aware. As always, I'd love any feedback you have after you hav...
The orc wench was a nice distraction from the dismal living conditions in the camp, especially since the delightful Cindy was gone. Thomas hated the tents, the poor food, living outdoors, and the constant smell. Of course, the orc wench didn't smell that good either, but the comforts she provided made up for it. "Oona dear, be a love and refill my goblet."...