I had been itching to get to him the moment I got to work. I'd been pacing around since six, watching ambivalently while jubilant couples poured in and out of the shop all day, hastily purchasing their massage oils and toys and rushing home to apply them. Naturally it would be busy, and our colorful display of Valentine's Day dildos, ruby colored anal beads...
Hi, it's me again. I haven't written for a while, but I'm glad you liked my previous letters. You seemed to really enjoy my thoughts on how I play with myself. I also got many nice responses to my little essay on penis sucking. I always love to hear your reactions to my letters, and your nice comments encourage me to write to you about other things. This ti...
Note: This is the third chapter of the series. The first two should be read first. ***** I awoke the next morning to the sound of the shower in the guest bathroom. Eva lay beside me, eyes closed, drowsy and beautiful. I cuddled against her, stroked her abdomen and caressed her pussy. She was still soft and wet with cum. She smiled, rolled her hips and open...
I was reading a review in which a Literotica author wondered why her cuckolding stories so often produced enraged comments, a question I too have often had about such stories. I mean why read what you don't like, it's not like authors don't often warn reader with their story titles or a preface paragraph. Why read, presumably jerk off, and then attack the au...
The following story is a complete figment of my imagination. Any characters do not, or are meant to, resemble anyone in real life. As always, it is the sole copyright of me, the author, and may not be re-produced in any form unless with my agreement. The story contains elements of cheating and cuckoldry, so if you do not enjoy reading about such things, pl...
THE TIME: January 5, 2001. THE PLACE: The offices of Dr. William Kent, Phd. Dr. Kent was a tall, thin, angular man with the neatly trimmed goatee that is the trademark of his profession. His office was paneled in dark wood, and prominent in front of a wall of bookshelves was a big mahogany desk. Across the room from the desk, three comfortable easy chairs...
Chapter 1: Trip "Damn!" I said under my breath. The National Weather Service web page forecasted a big storm with high winds to arrive in southeast Alaska mid-day Friday. A storm that big would probably shut down the Juneau airport for a day or so right exactly when I wanted to leave and travel south to see my wife. Damn, I thought to myself. I had accept...
Author's note: what follows is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any persons living or dead is purely coincidental and pure luck. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this work of fiction are at least 18 years of age. ***** It was nearly a week since the ménage a trios with Sherry and Amy, and Rob was still basking in the glow of it all....
Dave looked carefully along the shoulder of the road for the turn-off. His eyes were blurry from the long hours of driving. He was so tired. Who wouldn't be with only 4 hours of sleep during the past 48. He recognized the spot and turned onto the dirt road - almost there. Allison was going to be so surprised to see him at the cabin. The cabin had been a rew...
Monday morning we left the cabin. When we were piling into the van Marci told me to wait. She had me lean forward into the back of the van, lifted my dress and started to finger my pussy, no panties. Then she told Rick to come over and fuck me before we left. He did. It was a quicky and left me hot and full of cum. Marci planned it this way. She is so nasty!...