He stood in the shadows of her closet watching the object of his affections. He tried to prop himself up against the cold corner of the darkened shelter from which he had chosen to hide and take in the beauty of this 19 year old vixen. As he peered through the small slender wooden slats of her closet door, he wanted so badly to yell out and let her know that...
"Rob? Hi, I'm Dani." The woman who introduced herself to him was in her early thirties. She wore really tight jeans that showed off her perfect ass. She wore a blazer over a revealing white tank top. Rob swore he could see her nipples. They looked erect. Dani had just come from work. She had taken Friday afternoon off 'sick,' or so she had told her boss. Sh...
My Aunt Cathy had fascinated me all my like and I had only just turned seventeen. She was single and worked in a ladies department store selling women's clothing and lingerie. Cathy was in her early forties but looked like she was in her thirties. She is petite - 5' 3" and a little over 100 lbs. She had a nice figure and beautiful legs and feet which is wha...
MATURE, SERIOUS WOMAN SEEKS MAN TO PLEASURE HIMSELF I am a 40-something woman who is interested in meeting a man for a casual encounter. He will come to my home and masturbate himself with a fleshlight until he orgasms. I will be watching, but you won't see me. Feel free to use the facilities or grab a snack when you are done. You may stay for up to three h...
I've been working myself up into quite a state lately. Everything, every object, even every circumstance seems to suggest something lusty, something maybe even lewd, but always something sexy. You are the primary subject of these recent random and naughty thoughts. I'm starting to pace nervously, at work and at home. I'm muttering under my breath little...
Full text of the Complete Volume of Collected Borg Poetry: "Poetry is irrelevant." As a few of you may know, a troll recently called the pseudo-autobiographical story of my very first interracial encounter: "Sappy." He/She/It also informed me that "I was gay." Now I have to admit to you that this bothered me. I'd been losing sleep for days over how to prese...
My name is Tom, and just over five years ago my father remarried. My mum had gone to buy some potatoes one August afternoon, when I was eight, and I guess after fifteen years Dad finally got tired of waiting for those damn spuds. I don't remember much of my mother; only that her hair was brown, her smile was gentle, and that she always smelt of fresh laundry...
Author's note: The series continues with this season 6, episode 19. The series doesn't reset, but follows the show's story sequence. One of my readers requested adding pictures of the new characters, but this is not allowed by Literotica. When a new character is introduced, I will put in parenthesis the character's real name so you can look them up on the i...
There's something a little Zen to the game of sex. The sound of one hand clapping? How about the fact that you never meet a hot woman when you're trying? I don't believe in pheromones, generally, but it's obvious women can smell desperation on a man. From a long way off. So it was with no plan in mind whatsoever that I went to a party at my best friend's fl...
It was the giggling that began to pull Keith out of his head. Sitting in English class, halfway through the fall of his senior year of high school at St. Michael's Catholic, Keith couldn't find the energy or heart to care about Hester Prynne or her scarlet letter. So, he'd let himself drift off into fantasy. This fantasy - like many of his since the beginnin...