One fine morning Juan rings the bell to wake me for breakfast. He begins eating and says, "Damn Rosie, you sure had a good idea to move us here. We should move out to the mountains, grow rhubarb and live off the fat of the land." I say, "There you go dreaming again. I don't have a green thumb. And we're too citified to garden. We'd end up panhandling." He...
\ This is the truest story I have submitted to Literotica. Those of you who read past this disclaimer will be happy to learn that it is also the most unbelievable. The idea that two middle aged adults could have the degree of libido depicted in this story is unbelievable—but true. Yes, this means that both characters were well over the age of 18. Nelly and I...
"Is the latte good here?" "Oh yes, that's what I'm having." "Great, be right back." It had been a quiet afternoon, reading in the back corner of my favorite café near campus. It was always nice to read there because, despite the din, it was comfortable and spacious as opposed to my sparse, cramped grad student office. Besides, I would occasionally run int...
Author's Note: This is a special birthday story dedicated to a good friend of mine. No infringement is intended. Everyone involved is over the age of consent. (18) It was 3PM just as soon as I left the restaurant in route to Lyn and Victoria's place. My wandered back to the gift I received from Diane and some of the girls there. A smile crept across my f...
The boat planed as Dan opened the throttle up. It was a beautiful day for fishing -- sunny and clear. The mild temperature made the breeze that now rushed past the three people in the boat a little cool. Charlotte's braless nipples stood up promptly with the chill. It made her a little self-conscious in front of Jeremy, the friend they'd invited along. But s...
"More cream for your tart, dear Constance?" Lady Emma brushed my hand with hers as she passed me the silver-clad tub of whipped cream, and I blushed—not only at her intimate touch by a hand that had known me to the depths, but at the tight little smile and the arch that had gone to her well-plucked eyebrows when she mouthed the word "tart." I felt so expos...
Tyson had never seen anyone like her before. She looked like a gothic angel. She was leaning over the railings of the subway platform. She had a beautiful figure. She was small to medium height and slim in just the right places. Tyson looked her over from head to foot. She was wearing black, knee-high leather boots and fishnet stocking over her bare legs. He...
Velvet was the girl on campus and she walked around like she knew it. It was senior year at the High School, just a few weeks to a hard earned graduation close to the top of her class. That was of course a well kept secret by the milk chocolate colored cheerleader who wore her uniform to school more often than not since she could claim school spirit. Of cour...
In the never-ending quest to dispel myths, clear up misconceptions, and, perhaps, to impart some unknown facts about each of the contenders in the battle of the sexes, it is imperative that each understand the other side. For example, women are under the misconception that men sit around the local bar and rate female customers on some supposed 1-10 scale. T...
That night, I'd contemplated (more like, I'd panicked) how I was going to manage what had happened between me and Zanire. I'd received the best blow job ever. I had a severe case of 'adulterous guilt.' I wanted another blow job. Could I just ask for one? Was Zanire playing some sort of game? I didn't get much sleep. Being the coward that I am, I certainly w...