Jill was performing her nightly ritual when she heard her husband getting out of the shower. He walked in on her as she was reclined on the bed to examine her vagina. The sense that his gaze was fixated upon her provoked intense embarrassment and guilt. Ordinarily; Jill would not have been uneasy about Jack catching her with her fingers inserted deep into...
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...
Because of our lifestyles now it is difficult to find a mate you'd really like to get more acquainted with. I guess that's what all the chat rooms are all about and no doubt they fill a need for so many lonely people searching for happiness. Fortunately I have never been in that position, and just as it seemed I was lacking of a real close and intimate par...
It was late, the concert had been over for a couple of hours, the equipment sorted and stashed, and I was headed home. He came up to me and asked, since we both lived south of town, could I give him a ride home. Sure I could. We were friends of sorts already, and it was only a wee bit out of the way. The ride down was uneventful. We talked about this-n-tha...
Now harken, beloved children, let me tell you a bedside story. A tale many say of the greatest discovery ever made. Now many of the discoveries that have contributed to the advance of women (and men) have been the lucky consequence of events that were not directed toward the ultimate outcome. This was one such. So, if you are lying comfortably, I will enli...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** This series chronicles, and focuses on my wife, KK, specifically her infidelity. For critics, those who find cheating and adultery repugnant, or are overly sensitive or triggered by the thought of being cuckolded, this series is probably not of interest. For those who've had si...
Barbara looked stunning in her wedding dress as her father, Joseph Anderson, escorted her toward the front of the church where I stood waiting with the biggest smile I could muster on my face. My brother and best man stood beside me, smiling also. Brenda, Barbara's younger sister and maid of honor, stood across from me with a look I could only describe as a...
Hot Boss ended up at my store. He's not there all the time, but he's there enough that I know it. As I've stated before, I go all weak kneed when I see him- mostly because I know that he's even more unattainable now that he was in the old store, being higher up on the Congolomo foodchain. One day last week, he called me into the little office that the suppo...
The bright mid-morning sun often illuminates my walk across campus from my morning classes as it fights through the ever-present autumn gray of the east-coast sky. The late September air sends a shuddering chill up my spine as the light breeze occasionally finds it way up my bare legs and under my plaid skirt with my striding gate. Each step along the stone...
The biggest shock of my life was the discovery that my wife Helen was writing dirty stories. The discovery was really by chance; I was using her PC rather than mine. I wasn't sure what was on the diskette that was on the A: drive. Naturally I clicked on "My Computer", followed by clicking on the icon for the A: drive. Names of text files were listed that see...