DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would lik...
My wife is abroad right now, as we speak she is across the oceans in a different land. My fantasy of sharing her has reached a peak. This morning while the grey leaden sky dropped rain on the heated land, I was stroking my dick and was lost in a fantasy of my wife having her wet cunt being taken in a slow early morning fuck. Her head thrown back in lust, her...
We got out to the car and when I came over to open her door, I leaned close and said, "You can clean up now slut." She leaned over and drew her fingers up her inner thigh and I watched as they disappeared up under her dress. She brought her hand back out, now wet and sticky, and commenced to lick herself clean like a cat. I opened the door for her and once i...
The rest of the day went by in a flash and soon she was finding herself getting organized to leave once the children were to leave for the day. Not long after the ringing of the final bell than her e-mail began chirp notifying her of a new message from him. It briefly stated that he enjoyed the picture she sent him, and that he was to be there to pick her up...
(Note: This is my first try at writing something for Literotica. Any feedback is appreciated.) * "I'm serious!" I say to my best friend at the bar. "No you're not Clare. You're just making it up." El says to me drinking more of her vodka coke. "Come on, let's go find a seat." Her shoulder length curly black hair bounces as she walks. She's wearing a nice...
Vickie ran away from home because her stepdad had a hard-on. This was the thought she had standing on the side of Route 29, her thumb hitched out like a question mark. In her daypack: the other miniskirt, two pair of panties, a pair of jeans, a couple of t-shirts, a wool Mexican poncho, Billy's grey hiking socks, a toothbrush, a bottle of Prell, a baggie of...
Sober, she's a shy wallflower; drunk, she's definitely not Parts of this story are based on truth, blended with a healthy dose of fiction. ** I don't know why John decided to throw a party. He didn't usually. Well, I didn't need to know the reason, and anyway I had no choice but to go, he being my best friend and all. He'd asked me to help out at the pa...
July 1980 Sally Johnson sat nervously in the front passenger seat of her stepfather’s late-model Porsche, which was parked on a side street around the corner from a quiet tavern close to the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles. As she fidgeted in the seat, and finished the beer she’d been drinking, she cursed her stepfather, Ted Bissett, under her breath for using...
How do you walk away? Simply walk away from a dream? From the lifestyle that you have pursued for two long years? Walk away from a need that is deep inside of you? Turn your back on your own nature? How can you possibly do that and survive? The answer is quite simple really. You face the truth...and it sets you free. Almost two years ago I began to explore...
Everyone was staring at Josh, "Come on! ONE! MORE! SHOT!" egging him on to take his 7th shot of the night. Myself, my boyfriend Josh, and a bunch of our friends were all celebrating New Years with shots and having a good time. Josh, looks around, then to me, picks up the last shot and quickly downs it before slamming it back down onto the table, "Haaaaaa! no...