This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Welcome to part four of the Laura and Greg epic. Please read the previous chapters of this story. Warning! Alert! This story includes swinging. Consensual extramarital sex by spouses. ***** Laura Life resumed after that crazy weekend. Work, home, kids, bills and bed. Only the last part was no long...
BUTTERMILK FALLS, 1999 Tessa came into the library to talk to her Daddy. who was so understanding much of the time. Tessa had been living with her Mom for a while, but missed Dad so much, and he was really good about not letting her get lax with her schooling, as she did have a scholarship to hold on to... Daddy smiled at Tessa, and when she came to where...
Vicky admired the rippling mountain of muscle directly above and in front of her as masculine hands pushed her ankles up higher, and then higher yet again. Behind him she could see the ceiling of her living room high above, her back on a sturdy long coffee table. His low, resonant voice spoke plainly "Does that feel good? Can you take more of it?" "Oh yea...
This chapter is, in many ways, the climax of the story. There's one more chapter to come but I've been building towards this and it was a lot of fun to write. While there's still some good character moments, this one is largely about the sex so if you're looking for that kind of story, this is your reward for reading through 24 other chapters! Because there'...
I'd like to thank Randi for her editorial help with my story. Any subsequent mistakes are mine alone. I'd also like to thank Literotica for hosting this event. This is a work of fiction, artistic licence has been employed, so any relationship with UK/EU laws is not guaranteed 100%. "A little variation". At least, that's what she told me. It would be nothin...
"I caught you staring at her, James. She's been wearing tight tops, with lower and lower cuts. You just can't resist it, can you? Checking out a younger model?" Elyse attempted to keep a straight face and not break into a grin as she spoke to her husband James. She pouted and stood up on her tip-toes with his 6ft frame towering over her petite figure. All w...
She craves to watch. He's willing. This one's kind of a biography. Not mine, but a dear friend's. I've heard her story, but I made the rest of it up. I'd never have the courage to just come out and confess my darkest fantasies. At least not in person to he who matters. And thanks to my dear editor who rides my ass hard, figuratively, making me go back and...
Eleanor closed her eyes, trying to strain against the hurt. She heard the swish of the loop of baling wire in Adam's hard hand, and searing pain, a burning line of it crossed her soft, plump buttocks. Eleanor had to stay still. Otherwise Adam might bind her hands and feet with rope, as he thought she was a bit of a "Squirmer". But she'd been trained to lie...
Among all the sentences in the English language, there are few that are more chilling than "I need to tell you something." The words that follow that sentence are rarely anything the listener wants to hear. Confessions are confessions for a reason: a secret has been kept. That secret may be harmful or embarrassing – or both. For that reason, many secrets are...
This story is the sequel to "Coastal - Slow Descent". You can read it first, but I wouldn't recommend it, since you will not be able to understand the predictament our narrator is in. In this chapter, an important decision is made which influences the complete story from here on. I highly recommend you to take the time to read part 1 before you read this one...