This story is a continuation of my last story posted which was "I Take a Short Trip to Mexico." Please read that story for background. ++++ The next four days we were busy in Mexico. Each day, I continued to work with my clients and in my various businesses via phone, email and text and Catherine, my fiancée, was supervising the home upgrades and of cour...
Author's Note: I want to thank everyone who responded to the Review Essay submission I made about how to end The Perfect Pussy, both on the site and through Feedback. To be honest, it was a mixed bag so I did some writing and doodling and tried a bunch of idea, what I came up with can be found in this and in the What If I wrote called Mistaken Identity. I ho...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Was the sound heard as I taped on the coffee table. Seated before me was a lady friend of mine I had invited to my room for a drink. "What was that for?" She asked accepting the drink I handed her. "You seemed to have zoned out when I stepped away." I replied. She sipped the drink slowly, it was her favourite drink, rum and fruit punch...
The softball game was over and I returned to my Aunt's home, hopping their sex bout would be over by then. It was, thank God. Aunt Marie was tending to her flower pots in front of her porch, wearing jeans shorts and a summer shirt tied to her mid-rib with her hair tied in a ponytail, looking like something out of a Cosmo mag. She turned to look at me when I...
This whimsical story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have although this story should have enough facts for you to use your imagination to fill it in. I like the constructive criticism comme...
Brad Applegate sat alone at a table in Mama June's, the only bar in town where live Blues music played seven days a week. Tonight was open mic night, so a few locals were present to hone their craft while looking for their shot. It was a Wednesday, ten p.m., and though the crowd was diverse insofar as ethnicity was concerned, it was still sparsely populated;...
Why is it Literotica has a section called "Loving Wives" and not one called "Loving Husbands?" Why is it that so many stories are about men relishing the idea of watching their wives with another man? Well, I'm tired of it. I think there should be a "Loving Husbands" section and this story is intended to be the first one in the section. ***** It was a...
Last of Chapter 4 Neither of us spoke as we walked into our house. I was afraid of what he had seen, especially that I experienced fantastic sex as I never knew it existed. My body was exhausted but my vagina was swollen and still flowing with gratification. John fell into bed half way undressed and I soaked in a warm tub of water, trying to return to my...
This cunt is called mandy. Mandy's Lord Husband has instructed her to share the story of her training. The cunt mandy is grateful to be allowed to write from her point of view. My name was Amanda Stevens. I met my husband Richard during college. I studied History, and my area of special interest was the Medieval Period. My friends joked that I was working o...
Note from the author: First I want to apologize for taking so long to get this next chapter out. I promise the following chapter will come out sooner! Also, I want to thank all who wrote to me... I've had so many positive notes, and notes asking for the next chapter... it would take forever to respond to them all! I'm thrilled that so many have enjoyed this...