In homage to another unknown author I am adding this small preamble for the premise of my last scene comes from a forgotten story I personally found erotic. Although I have used my own descriptive flow and imagination as to how the events might have unfolded much of the original still exists as I recall it from memory. * Was it some dark mysterious plan...
I had been planning for nearly a year. I spent countless hours in the gym working on my cardio and weight training. I just competed in my very first triathlon three weeks ago (I lost but did finish). My body looks better now, than it has at any time in my life. I know that I am in the best shape of my life. You might ask why someone my age would do this. The...
This is the second part in a series. For the action leading up to now, see On Set With Axis. ____________________ Lilith Blackheart. That was the name of the director, but she did not look like a Lilith to me. The name evokes a black-haired witch or dominatrix, but Ms. Blackheart was a red-head whose long straight hair flew about unhindered and who wore a...
What category this story ends up in is Literotica's call. I have put it in Interracial, but it would also fit in Mature and Fetish. It's about an older white man and a younger black woman. She keeps her body natural and the man likes it that way. If anything there offends you, you probably won't like this story. Otherwise, please enjoy. *** "Kenya!" I excl...
I looked out from our patio above the trees at the end of the garden and saw that the clouds were gathering fairly quickly. Thick purple towers were rapidly developing in the north and I predicted that a real good rain would be hitting the house soon. It would come as a relief since the morning had been uncomfortably hot and a good storm would always bring a...
First Story The Looking-Glass and the Broken Fragments The Snow Queen sat on her throne of ice, surveying all the people who toiled in service to her cold delight. She was very beautiful, but it was a frozen beauty. Her long hair was white, totally devoid of color. Her eyes were the frozen blue of lake water and her lips were a deep and vivid slas...
Emily Janson was devastated when she got the call that Jonathan, the man she was to marry in two weeks, was just killed in a motorcycle accident. Holding the phone to her ear, her breath leaving her, she stood still, unable to speak, unable to comprehend the words she heard. The call came from Jonathan's mother, who had just been called by the police. "Oh n...
Cindy was raised in a family with two brothers and a sister. The lived on a farm and the whole family loved to hunt, especially deer in the fall. I had met her on a hunting trip when I was a teenager. We never dated during high school but we liked to talk about our hunting experiences. Cindy and I started going with each other during our senior year in coll...
I prefer older women. Or to be politically correct, "mature" women. I'll take a "mature" woman in her 40s or 50s any day over someone who is younger. Why? My experience has been that mature women are more comfortable with their bodies. They are more open to receiving and giving sexual pleasure and are more open to sexually adventuresome activities like lo...
Under the covers, in the darkness of the night, Jayanessa first pictured her first boyfriend in her mind and how she had fallen for him. She dreamt of how she had lay naked with her young love and how he had introduced her to the joys of sex. Closing her eyes, she reached down to let her fingers wander under her silky panties to touch her sensitive slit. N...