Patrick waited nervously. When he got home Friday night he expected to find me, but instead found only my note. Patrick, Sorry I couldn't be home when you got there. I've had a very hectic day getting ready for the weekend, and decided I needed a few more things. I want you to take a bath. After you finish, go to my jewelry box and you will find another no...
***The following is a fictive story and in no way is it safe to have unprotected sex, for any reason whatsoever*** (Husband narrates this segment) Marriage after a certain number of years will take a toll on your sex life and having a busy family can really drain your passion for one another. So, in an n attempt to revive our passion and our sex life, I...
It was stifling hot this morning even though the sun was just beginning to rise. I skipped breakfast threw on a pair of shorts (too hot for underwear) and went straight to work in my wonderful garden. I stood over the plants, sweat running down my face and tanned chest, soaking my shorts, looking, beaming with pride at the abundant fruits of my labor. Garden...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Author's note: This is my first story on Literotica. I am a 3D-Artist and I usually write graphic erotic stories. The combination of graphics and text in erotic stories is very fascinating. This story is tagged with the category "reluctant" and is about two women...
When Marty's car broke down seemingly miles from anywhere he managed to thumb a lift with a truck driver who dumped him off in the nearest town. The community had once been a depressed area after it's cotton mill closed down but now they had revived its fortunes with an usual hotel and casino called "The Erotica." As the local garage said they couldn't go o...
In the next few months I met with a small number of women and couples, and even though I fucked some of them it was mostly straightforward and nothing interesting came out of it in the end. Well, OK, I did meet and start going out with the redhead that I then lived with for about 3 years, not that I met her thru a swingers mag or anything. She worked as a...
The cold, late December wind blew down 7th Avenue making swirls of soft white snowflakes here and there outside the small Lonesome Dove Funeral Chapel and Off-Track Betting Parlor. The cheap, twinkling Christmas lights and fake fir bows wrapping the telephone pole on the corner looked, if anything, just as gaudy and cheap as the suit Harry Dick was wearing....
Howdy, folks. My name is Marcus Jean Richmond. I'm a student at Dixon University in Raynham, Massachusetts. Life these days simply couldn't be better. We have a good crop of students this year. The school has eleven thousand students, and it's evenly split between the sexes for the first time in ages. A balanced ratio is something most colleges and universit...
AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter is the last of a series of three short chapters, all playing out on the next day, after chapter 6. The colleagues we've met before once again indulge themselves in sexual games. Considering the long lapses between the different chapters I've made an overview, Ch. 00. This overview contains a survey of the different characters, as...
"Excuse me. I was wondering if I could get my homecoming pictures taken here?" asked the soft, angelic voice of a young girl who just walked into Jane's photo studio. Jane sat at the front desk with her face planted in her laptop doing a bit of research online. "We do homecomings, proms, birthdays, bar mitzvahs............" Jane trailed off once she looked...