Although this story has been in my head for 15 years, other writers inspired some of the details. I thank them for their contributions to my creativity. I hope they will take it as a complement, especially the hot writers on this web site. Thank God for Literotica.com! * * * * * As Rina stirred, she couldn't be sure of her situation. Panting as if she'd ju...
This carries on from the story Meeting in Spain for the First Time Ch.02 Please feel free to send me any feedback, would love to hear from people reading this... Thanks again ................................................. I wake up gradually, flashes of you and me together from yesterday running through my head as I doze. I turn over, reaching out fin...
04.04.09 Dear Karen, Since my last letter, I have finished transforming BJ's appearance. I went back to see Denise and she took me on a little shopping trip. We got some great "curves" for BJ and he fills out his clothes much better now. BJ looks and acts very feminine, is becoming a good cook and keeps the house spotless and maintains our clothing to a hi...
She lay on the bed, face down, arms wide and bound to the bed posts. Her legs were free because at various times during the evening he had wanted her on her knees as he ate her ass, toyed with her clit and fucked her pussy. Now though, she relaxed, blindfolded and enjoying the feel of him at her side lightly massaging her shoulders, back and ass with one ha...
Hi, there. Melinda Monteiro alias M. J. here. You folks might remember me from another sexy urban tale. I'm the fat black chick with the big monster booty from the city of Brockton who straps it on to please her man. I did an award-winning amateur porn video with my husband and a sexy male friend named Samson and used the funds to raise money for the falteri...
After I've ridden your saddle, you tell me that you think I'm ready to be ridden for real. You remove me from the saddle and place a medium size plug in me, which is held securely in place by the harness that I have on. It's a leather jock type that allows my cock to be strapped to my stomach by two leather buckles. My hands are bound behind me to the strap...
Thrill, it is a damned shame we are not lovers anymore. I imagine meeting you in the parking lot of the grocery store where we used to meet. I meet you there to get the pictures back that you scanned for me. You get into my Expedition that used to be our rolling bedroom. I guess you figure you will be polite and make small talk for two or three minutes bef...
With narrowed eyes he stared at me intently over his girlfriend's smooth, waxed mound. I could hear the sounds of his tongue combining with her wetness. His eyes stayed on me with every lick. She hadn't noticed. Her head was in my lap, her eyes were closed. She was grinding against his face causing her bare breasts to jiggle under my hands. She wouldn't...
"Where are we going?" she asks. He responds, "You will see when we get there." The last rays of the sun bounce off the hood of the black truck as it rolls down the highway. The network of roadways criss-cross and converge into perfect 90 degree corners as the truck speeds on past them. At one particular corner, the truck veers to the right and heads perpend...
Katie gripped her mistresses' hand as they walked through the special entrance for the divorcees. It brought her mind back to the very first day when she held Jeff's hand so tight at their arrival. It seemed like ages ago. She was still married and uncertain of what was expected of her at Eban at the time. Nothing remained uncertain any longer. Katie knew...