Staying later than necessary at work was almost becoming a habit for Sarah. It wasn't that the gorgeous 23 year old particularly enjoyed her job as a legal assistant, or even that she was excessively busy. She stayed late because the 7pm train was much, much less crowded than the 6pm. Not completely empty, that wouldn't have suited her purpose at all, but be...
(Inspired By "Surprise" by Imagination Station/Shyguy) (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) * Yes! The tumorous tube was the source of Eve's unexpected stimulation. As the twisted atrocity snaked through her moist tunnel, the tumors, boils, and warts passed over the sensitive nerves of her clit. It was better than any of her numerous dildos (collector'...
The bookstore is always crowded early Saturday afternoon, and it's especially crowded with women. You can think what you want about me, but this is primary reason I go there. I go there to look at women, to be in the company of women. Then for the tea. Then for the books. It's what keeps me social when I am not here behind this screen, behind these keys, wri...
Henry pulled up into the driveway, looked into the rearview mirror and adjusted his tie. It had been some time since his had greeted his wife wearing a coat and tie, but tonight was special and he thought he would surprise her. He had taken his suit to work and changed into it before leaving. Just before heading home he called and asked his wife to t...
About a year ago my husband and I and 2 other couples, swingers, went out for the night in a section of town that had many night clubs and entertainment. We girls were all dressed in moderate slut wear so that we looked very sexy, but were not going to get arrested for indecent exposure. I was wearing my garters, black stockings with lace tops, 5" heels and...
I'd like to start off by saying this is entirely Jezz Az's fault. He noted that the bare minimum number of words that can be posted to Literotica is 750 words, so he asked "what can you do with exactly 750 words? Not one word more, not one word less?" It's a good question and a number of writers have decided to tackle it. This is decidedly outside my typical...
It was a hot, sticky August afternoon in our nation's capitol when I met Suzana for the first time. She was an exotic girl of mixed descent and had a strong free-spirited hippie vibe about her. She wore a flowing orange sundress that hugged her form perfectly. We stood on the DC Metro platform as the evening rush hour began, the air was thick and beads of sw...
I can't believe I am doing this. It really is rather embarrassing. But, I guess I must. My sex therapist thought it would be in my best interest to get my thoughts down. He called it "an un-addressed letter writing exercise" and said it was very therapeutic in its own right. So, here goes nothing! I'm addicted to sex. There, I said it. I am addicted to sex....
Tangiers is a crowded dusty warren where the streets are paved with shit. I paid off there. Stay with X who writes Gay pornography for underground publications to finance his work on the endless novel he keeps in a black-grained leather binder hidden in a bohemian apartment of antique and ornate Art Nouveau mirrors. A cypress tree towers twenty feet from the...
I was wearing ten strands of beads, and the night was just beginning. My date had left to find a restroom and I hadn’t seen him since. Then again, who needs a date at Mardi Gras? My dress was tight and soaked from sweat and spilled drinks. I smelled like Rum & Coke. I had worn a tube dress because it yanks down so quickly and easily, and I was determined t...