Ted's dorm room was empty except himself and Evelyn. She had got off work early and had come straight over. They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around on his bed, cuddling and listening to music. Evelyn couldn't remember the last time 'come over and hang' had literally meant exactly that. They ate the sweets Evelyn had picked up in town, legs entwi...
This is a true story, but names have been changed to protect the guilty. I'm Rob; now aged 57 and I stand at 6'4" tall, brown hair, brown eyes and broad build. I was born and raised in Cornwall in England, and as a teenager I used to play County level rugby until I got a ban for being naughty on the pitch (OK so he didn't need both ears). As a child in a...
[My stories get abuse from people who think that a story about a loving wife who likes to humiliate and hurt her willing husband should not be put in the Loving Wives Category. If you're such a person, please walk on by. I think the category is the right one because all things that happen between a wife and husband, with the full consent of both, are good an...
I broke up with my first boyfriend in 1999, right after my 29th birthday. Though we had been together 13 years and had a nine-year old daughter together, he still wasn't willing to marry me. I felt the relationship had run its course, but it was still a difficult decision to make because I didn't think I had a good chance of finding another man. Being fat, b...
A few weeks had passed since that eye-opening and erotic stroll in the park. As we both lived in shared houses, it wasn't always easy to find time and space for intimacy. We'd managed one or two morning quickies when Rachel had been staying over with me, but nothing more than that. Then, one afternoon at work I got a text from Rachel. "Ben and Joan are out...
I'm going to tell you a true story, or at least as true as I can remember it. Let's be honest here and concede that when we're in the middle of something, we don't stop to write down the exact detail, we don't have a voice recorder to capture every aspect of who said what and when. So even in stories like this, we use writing skills and some imagination. As...
After that, Duchess's succulent, drooling blowjobs started to become a part of my daily routine. My scores had long ago surpassed hers in simulator runs and, the way she saw it, she was forced to obey me as a servant. One day, I'd barely just gotten to work when she dragged me to the toilets. "Get in there, you little bastard," she spat at me, nostrils flar...
It was a Saturday in late November 1995. We had a snowstorm the night before and the world was a quiet lazy morning in white. I lay under the comforter next to my "someday" hubby, but for now we were living in sin in an old upstairs apartment. We both worked and he went to school in those early days, just me and him and my five year old boy from another guy....
I have been honest about my obsessions and quirks and certainly one of my more outlandish tales demonstrates only too well what a strange dude I am at times. My first submission to Literotica was in fact from 1993, so this second offering is from 2004. * Eleven years later I was working nights at Heathrow Airport as a cleaner in a bulding that makes airpla...
Hello, I'm delighted you're interested to learn about my high school days, which have just finished – my recollections of a young girl learning the real meaning of 'life,' discovering those innocent teenage joys of sexual pleasure, losing my virginity, and leaving school very 'sexually active.' The school I attended is a private school, hours and hours awa...