Stories in this series were an attempt to write about sex from a woman's perspective. I really did want to write about an older woman who becomes a willing, insatiable slut for men with big cocks. I plan to drive this to the end of the string if there's a response and a demand. Along the way special thanks for to Annette Bishop, silkstockingslover and Dazmin...
Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer. Author's Note: The Coxville Curse 3 is a long story coming in about 175 pages. In previous parts of the smaller more readable The Coxville Curse Saga, I've been rearranging the parts to keep the characters' stories together. This is harder to do with The Senior Bonfire as characters like Kitty Summers moves arou...
Greg looked down at Ann’s new game with bemusement and some trepidation. There was a velvet bag with five names, one of them his own. There was a die that had six labels: fuck, oral, prep, get off, 3 and dare. The second die had numbers on it, but different ones than normal. “What are these, Ann?” he asked nervously, “Tell me they’re not what I think they a...
"If you aren't here for sex, then why are you here?" Lacey asked. It was a reasonable question, given that we were sitting in the bar area of a brothel. "I have some very specific fantasies, things that I would never ask a civilian to do," I said. "Why not?" "Too embarrassing. I don't even know if I can tell you," I said. "There's nothing you can tell me...
Shannon stood, bent over, gripping the kitchen counter at the sink, naked save for a pair of black heels. Her 42Es hung under her and bouncing from the impact of the stud who was holding her at the waist, his thick throbbing cock pounding in and out of her horny MILF cunt. Shannon moaned at the sensation of being held in place and used in this manner, enjoyi...
"Listen, bozo, I like some girls and certain guys, yeah, I am bisexual, but I don't want anything to do with a creepy bozo like you," I said to my stalker, Geoffrey Paddock, and the skinny, Dashiki-wearing, decidedly effeminate Jamaican bozo looked at me with wide eyes, looking a bit frightened by my response. Without bothering to wait for the creep's respon...
"I just don't see Clayton actually going along with Clarissa's side of the story," Jason, my editor, said. He was thirty-one years old with short brown hair and thick black-rimmed glasses like the kind that Drew Carey used to have back in the 90's. I guess that dates me. I thought about that while Jason continued trashing the character motive of my story the...
Chapter One Hundred Forty-Two: Seek and Find Anxiety drove us, and despite it being mid-afternoon when we left the Vigil, we managed to make good time, continuing well past dark. We'd met up with Oghren and Wulf along the way, so between those two and Aedan, Alistair, Justice/Vander (Vustice? Jander? Maybe not), Alim, Zevran, and a reluctant Sigrun, we had...
When I married my sexy little wife in 1962 I knew that she was the sexiest most exciting woman that I had ever seen in my entire life. Little did I know that she would also become the most sexually active woman that I had ever heard about? Nancy became even more sexually active than many of the women working as full time prostitutes, something that she wou...
I've never told anybody what I'm sharing here. Thank goodness for Literotica. You can bare your soul and release the pressure build-up, anonymously. Happily married women shouldn't do what I'm doing. My friends and family would never believe what I'm about to tell you. I dread if they ever find but I can't stop. My addiction is picking up young college mal...