This essay is meant to be a little satirical and politically incorrect. There have been essays on how to recognize men who are abusive and such, which I applaud. However, I want to help my own sex to notice a particular type of dangerous woman: the selfish whore which refuses to call herself such, also known as the gold-digger. Gold-diggers are also often th...
We had moved to the US from India and were in the process of looking for job and settle down. I focused on the job while the wife went to college to get her master's degree. She is an extremely sexy woman and tends to flirt with everyone. One day - I came home and she had brought a young fellow - must be 23-24 latin guy extremely well built saying that he a...
We were high school sweethearts and as everyone did in those days, we got married as soon as she graduated. It was a big wedding, she was happy, and if she was happy, I was happy. I remember my father trying to tell me I was too young to get married and me telling him I had seen enough of the world and I was ready to settle down. If you can imagine an eighte...
1....The Bull So this was it. The moment of truth. This is real. I recognized those familiar sensations. The rush of blood and the surge of power. Throbbing, rippling from the base of my balls towards my obscenely jutting penis. I was going to cum. Yes there was no doubt about it. I was going to make a shared fantasy for a couple reality. Two dreams, one fo...
My wife is a senior manager at a company while I only work in a factory. I've discovered J prostituted herself to her boss several times for promotion. The pain almost destroys me but.... I feel secretly aroused. She's a GORGEOUS little sexpot of a long haired brunette who was once a model, and now in her thirties, I never thought it would happen to me. She'...
Damn, he was actually coming over, through the crowd. I hadn't talked to him since the big fallout. That wasn't my fault; he had simply refused to communicate in any way. This had the potential to become a bit embarrassing. "Lisa." "Martin." "You look good." "Thank you." The looks I had received throughout the whole evening had confirmed his statement....
Colin knocked on the door softly and waited anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. The man who opened the door had to be close to 6 feet tall and well muscled, and towered over Colin who was merely 5'5''. "Hi, I'm Colin," Colin said firmly, trying not to look intimidated by him. "I know who you are," Jake replied. "What do you want?" "I need to talk...
An Essay - and no explicit sex in this short piece! * I am currently a tad addicted to Literotica - and no, it's not for the porn - explicit hardcore sex depictions - per se. It's for the emotional angst feelings generated in me in just one subsection of genre at Literotica. The broader genre is "loving wives" - the much narrower subset is the cheating wi...
In the Nixon years of 1972-73 in Washington DC there was a restaurant called The Exchange. In those days there were no stock exchange data on TV and no Internet. The Exchange had a ticker tape band of red numbers moving across the wall above the bar and you could have a drink or lunch and keep up with the market. It was located within walking distance of th...
Watching my Somali Muslim husband Omar Suleiman's soulful brown eyes, I smiled as I began sucking on Tyson Jacobsen's long and thick Caribbean dick. Omar Suleiman, a short, slender yet muscular, forty-something Black man of Somali descent with light brown skin and a cool bald pate, watches as I, his darling Somali-American wife, suck off another man. That's...