This was one of a number of stories I published on anon.penet.fi in the 1990s. I found a trove of them while browsing through some old CD-ROMs, and decided to give them new life on Literotica. *** People deal with stress in many different ways. Some flirt with danger; some find better living through chemicals; some find yet other outlets. My most effective...
im sorry i cant He presses send text on his mobile. Simultaneously it beeps and he grimaces. Should have had the guts to call her. Can't? Won't. She's ok, great in bed. Was last night. First time. First and last. He should have listened to himself when they met. Nurse. Bit below his grade really. Great body, fantastic tits and arse. But the face? Looked go...
Elle hadn't been to a bar in a very long time. Her work had been so busy lately; it must have been nearly a year since she tasted bad martinis under low lighting, watching men in ill-fitting suits sidling up to young girls in short dresses. She had already been approached twice in the first half-hour. One was at least a decade older, forty maybe. His breath...
The mansion was huge but Michael could barely see it as the chauffer quickly whisked him indoors to a large drawing room. Diane was already seated in a leather armchair as he stood before her. She made him pose and turn around so she could see how he looked. In the airport she did not have as much time to examine his new look. "Mmm, as I thought," she said...
"NSA D/D FREE I NEED A COCK Look let's not fuck around. This is casual encounters, so let's not pretend like I'm going to call you tomorrow or that it matters what I look like, what you look like, if we have similar interests, if our 10 year plans are the same. My interests are in getting a cock. If you have one you are willing to give, let's begin to negot...
Big Billy Boy had always fantasized about owning a young slut he could dominate completely. It came from a part of him that was very elemental, the original "noble savage" idea about masculinity. He felt, deep in his inner being, that men were made to be leaders and dominate, and women were made to be followers and obey their men. And there was no conflict f...
I was just going out the door, and I called out to Jan, "I'm off now, want anything in town?" "Hang on a mo, I do need some things!" Jan came into the kitchen and started scribbling a list rather long of things on a sheet of note paper. "Gwen has some new cord in, be sure to call in and get some." she said. "What ever do we need cord for?" I replied. "Y...
Because of a football scholarship, John was the only one of our group who attended college and we sent him away with high hopes that he would be the one who would escape the factory town we lived in. Alas, he returned in three years with no degree, a bum knee, and a new bride named Sonia. None of us could see what he saw in this girl, who not only was a plai...
Chapter Three - The Duchess 'I don't understand. It was nothing like any dream I've had before; it was clearer and the details were complete. It was real and I was that woman. Yet I can't believe it was true - that it was what you expected.' 'Take your time and tell me about it.' For several minutes Bina stares at her hands where they rest folded in her l...
He pulled the car over to the side of the road, just back from her house, and killed the engine. The sudden silence gave him time to think about what had happened recently, and what he was about to do. The last few months had been a blur of excitement and arousal after meeting his online mistress. What started out as a casual fling, a chance to experiment w...