It was getting ridiculous. It didn't seem to matter what I said, how I dressed, or how suggestively I behaved. I simply couldn't get a rise out of him. For nearly a year I'd done everything I could think of short of pulling down his pants. He acted as if I were just one more male colleague. Oh, he was polite, even friendly. He'd listen forever to anything I...
I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjo...
Author's Note: I generally tend to write more graphic/hardcore pieces, but this is a small series about a quirky husband and wife (and their friends) that is meant to be flirty and fun. All characters are 18+. ©WednesdaysCoffin2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the autho...
As soon as she came to Germany, Sharifa submitted the Fachhochschule dean the documentation of Jamila's couture work, and she was even too successful: the dean and the didactic committee loved Jamila's work so much that not only did they credit her as a trainer, but even decided to invite her for a lecture cycle in Germany. Shafira was asked to tell Jamila...
This chapter begins immediately after Chapter 14. Thanks to my super special collaborator. You know who you are! And thanks for several amuse bouches that made this so much easier to write. To my readers, sorry for the delay. Real life sometimes happens when you are planning to write instead. *************** Bitsy looked at Stuart. "What is the forfeit?" s...
Note: This is a really rough version of a story that kind of popped into my head recently, so feel free to leave me feedback or comments. Constructive criticism is always welcome. The sky was a cold, steel color and an aggressive breeze seemed to want to force light, drizzling rain through Rainey Wilson's jacket. "I've been in Seattle for six months; you'...
Jon eagerly boarded the train and found his assigned seat, dropping his carry-on in a vacant seat next to him. This was his first time on a train for such a long journey and he was excitedly looking forward to the experience. He didn't quite know what to expect, but isn't that the way of all adventures? The seats were comfortable and spacious, like Lay-Z-Boy...
Moe thanked the bourbon. Why else would Mona still be in his bed when he woke up the next morning? He did a Houdini to get out of the tangle of arms and legs. Mona just grunted and rolled over on her stomach. Moe stood and stared. There ought to be a law against dames looking like Mona did in the morning - fire hair flaming across Moe’s pillow, gams stretche...
At ten, he called. Hey, this is Elroy. Were you sleeping? I was meditating. Are you busy today? I have a lot of homework to do. So you don't have time to do dinner then? Do you want to do dinner or do me? Her question surprised him. He stammered. Um, well… You could come over to my place and have some lunch and we could talk some more. What do you wa...
The quick jolt of turbulence shook her awake from the travel slumber. In minutes, the flight crew was in full bustle just as the First Officer came on to announce the beginning of their descent towards JFK airport. As she cleared the sleep haze, Belle's glance lazily climbed her long, nylon-covered legs. Up from her new, black patent leather Christian Loubo...