The following is a stand-alone sequel to "The Bodacious Blonde Milf". I wrote that story a decade ago, enjoyed those characters, and wanted to continue their interaction. It took me years to bring this story to fruition. This story is readable on its own merits. You don't have to read "The Bodacious Blonde Milf" to enjoy this submission. Neither of these con...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Well this is the second last chapter and I hope you enjoy the climax of this story! Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and comments they continue to mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Maria stood on the tarmac facing...
Chapter 1. To the Country “Hey Jim,” dad called, “you’ve got an invitation from Cleo to go and spend some time at Ivy Cottage.” “What? Why’s she inviting me?” “Oh, the last time I wrote I mentioned you were going to do a course in agriculture, so she’s written – well, here’s the letter, you read it.” Sure enough it was an invitation and part of it read,...
Looking out of the second story picture window, Eric Latham spied the rays of the early morning sun starting to peek over the jagged tops of the Catalina mountains. Scent of lilacs and jasmine came wafting in from the small side window. He glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping form of his half-clad wife lying on the top of the bed sheets. She was still s...
CHAPTER FOUR -- FRIENDS Julie wakes with a mumbled groan, her body sore and stiff. The opening between the huge flower petals is wide. Morning daylight streams in. Sound of wind in the trees, the call of birds. Recalling her final memories before sleep, she makes a face. That thing was here. The huge lizard-bat with the fluttering sex organ deep inside me....
The Misadventures of a Celebrity Slut: Calista Does the NBA By Ally McBeal as told to Greg Lee Hunt Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction written in the first person. It contains adult material of a graphic and erotic nature for the enjoyment of adult readers. You must be 18 or older to read this story; you must be able to read erotica in your ow...
I collect textiles, not just anything because it is is pretty, because I am interested in how it is made. Most people don't know how many different ways a pattern can be woven into a textile. That is what intrigues me, also quite a few other people, quite a few other men too, the technical aspect. if you were think textiles are a woman's thing. It is; more w...
"Put your clothes on the hook by the door F-C-312-478-954-398- uh…43573...V Your undergarments go on the table below in the black bag. Make sure they are secured and out of sight!" The final "vee" was dragged out for emphasis, and you felt the thorns around the pronunciation as you always did. As was normal, the directive was a command, not a request. The l...
Other pleasures... And I've known many... Afternoons In warm Venetian squares, Brief encounters, Long siestas... Pleasures old and new Can't compare with you. Wearing only a white silk peignoir, Erica entered her study. Playful mid-morning breezes fluttered the sheer drapes as she moved toward the long windows. She rested against the sill, looking out over...
Author's note: The story is part of Literotica's unofficial tag team competition. Twenty of Literotica's authors have accepted the challenge of being randomly paired with a partner to co-author a story under the pen name "The_Odd_Couplings." The pairings have remained anonymous and the true authors of this story will be revealed in the comments section one w...