Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit. They were gone. My blemishes. . . gone. The acne, the warts, blackheads, razor scars, skin pits, heck! Even the birthmark, gone, as if they never existed. My face was smooth and unblemished as a baby's ass. I looked at the rest of my body. Every lump, every trace of zits, warts, gone, all over. So was my body hair. Underarms,...
Last week I get a call from my late wife's cousin Linda. Begging me to help her move. She had broken up with her boyfriend, she caught him fucking another woman. Crying and all upset she needed to get her stuff out before he threw it all out. "I don't know anyone else here who will help." I told her I would help just say when. "Thank you, thank you, thank y...
Megan and I had just finished a steamy, sweaty hot fuck in the shower when we realized we weren't alone. Ashley, Megan's sister, had walked into the bathroom and caught us having sex. She probably would have left quietly without saying a word, but before she could leave, we stepped out of the shower and stood before her. We were both completely naked, drippi...
Opportunity: A narrative from Ms. Gimply's collection My room mate, Eileen, was away for the weekend with her boyfriend. Of course, I was jealous. I always told her that I didn't know how she managed to attract and keep a man since she was a high level para and completely dependent on her wheelchair. She isn't that good looking, either, but I don't tell her...
Roy Owens glanced up at Molly as she came into the bordello room, reflexively pulling the corner of a bedsheet over himself. His face was a mixture of embarrassment and lust well familiar to the young whore, but his prick tented the sheet upward in an almost comical bulge. Molly smiled, looking demurely at the floor, as May Belle swept out of the room and sh...
We've just gotten back from the liquor store, tequila in hand. I set it down on the kitchen counter and reach inside the cupboard for two shot glasses. You go into the fridge and get the lemon, and begin slicing it. I pour the clear liquid into the glasses, take my lemon wedge, and say, "Cheers." You clink your glass against mine, and we drink to the night a...
There was a problem, a huge, uncomfortable problem. Rotenma Dufan, Esther's main suspect in the death of Marchioness Lillitu Masen, Lady of the Kloen province, was dead. Her body had been discovered by a maid. It had been hanging by the throat in a bedroom. Curious, and still very angry, Esther personally visited the pathologist assigned to that partic...
Something happened to me about 11 months after my wedding day. No, I didn't get pregnant. Let's see, where should I begin? Oh, I know. Look, I don't want to bore you with the details of my wedding and honeymoon. Mainly because I look back and I do not see where it was all that great. Now, maybe, if I did share a little you will understand why I say that no...
Body Count The chapter isn't sexy, but it is the next necessary step in the sequence. Again, thank you for reading. ***** "I mean to split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do Goddess forbid that little Adam should grow so jealous of eve And in the face of the great farce of the nuclear age Feminism ain't about equality, it's about r...
This story is an entry in the 2014 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. Don't forget to cast your vote and thanks for reading. **** "Who says I can't start a good fire?" Wayne was standing right in front of the billowing bonfire with his arms spread and a proud smile on his face. Andrea watched him from her spot on the tailgate of the truck, wondering if...