Occasionally I would spend the weekend in London and I would head off to Hastings on the South Coast of Sussex where there was a nudist beach I had heard about. On my first visit I took the train from London, it was a Saturday morning and I took a small rucksack with me for essentials such as cash, G-string, towel, sandwiches, beer and a map etc, I wore a sk...
It was a gloriously hot sunny day, the kind of day that makes everyone feel good. She was wearing a skimpy summer dress thin spaghetti straps, long and flowing with buttons all the way down. As she left the office she undid the top and bottom buttons knowing that she would be revealing some of her thigh and breasts didn’t bother her she immediately felt fres...
The note arrived by a young messenger at her apartment around midday. "Four o'clock, No.12 Rue de St. Antoine, upstairs", was the curt message. Bold strokes on fine linen paper. The simple signature was a cryptic: "A devoted one." The mystery was fascinating and irresistible. The countess bathed herself in perfumed waters and donned a fresh chemise, then ca...
The sound of a Robin singing outside of the window awoke Marcille the next morning. She blinked her eyes against the bright light in the room, someone had apparently pulled the curtains, and rolled over trying to get some more sleep by pulling the blanket over her head. As soon as her head was covered her feet were free to the air and they soon become cold...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is loosely based off several characters from the hit soap One Life to Live. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex scenes as there is a plot. First and foremost, this story is a romance/drama, not a sex story. Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiv...
Belle sat at the creek just down hill from the cabin she lived in with her little sister Mel. She sat on a large rock near the waters edge while she let the constant stream of water flow across her feet. She wiggled her toes and sat relaxed as she watched the sun come up in the beautiful Virginia sky. This was her favorite spot to be at since she was a litt...
THE PRAM Michael realized that the situation was critical. He could not move his limbs at all, he was caught in this leather sack, gagged and blindfolded, and right now there was absolutely no way to influence his situation. Deep embedded and restrained in layers of ensnaring wool, he knew he had to endure; there was no other opportunity. Also... Elaine ha...
Amelie had no idea that it had leaked. Not until everything started. She entered the subway carriage and as was her habit on the way home from the lab, ignored the empty seats and took hold of the overhead rail. She liked to stretch her legs, to ride the sway of the train, to loosen her taut muscles after her lunchtime squash match and too much sitting in t...
(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. This story is a riff on the song titl...
The train was crowded and hot, packed with tourists and people travelling to London for the Olympics and she'd been unable to get a seat, forced to join the masses clinging for dear life onto the handles thoughtfully attached to the ceiling like toys in a children's playground. Feeling mildly claustrophobic, she took deep breaths, trying to ignore the jostl...