Below is my own personal diary. I started a week after I turned 18. It was meant then to be a record for myself of what I thought then would be the craziest week of my life. How wrong I was. I'm 19 now, and what you're about to read is how I slept with no less then 365 men in 365 days. A different man a day. As you'll soon see, sometimes I slept with men r...
I had just graduated high school, it was a small country school made up of mostly farming family's but mixed in were some town people as well as suburbanites as my father called them, those that moved from the city and knew nothing of country life. I spent most of my time working on the farm and working on odd jobs for others to earn money while I was in sch...
Hello reader(s) – I am new to this (as of September 05) but have been encouraged to try my hand at story writing based on the feedback I have received from a number of boyfriends who have been really turned on by my stories of real life sexual adventures. I would appreciate if anyone who reads them would give me feedback to encourage me to continue or perh...
A Note to the reader: Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. To understand...
If you haven't read chapter one of this story, I would suggest that you do so before reading this sequel. This tale is a work of fiction. If you are under eighteen or do not wish to read sexually explicit material, exit now. All rights reserved. Before proceeding, I feel that I must address an issue raised by some of the feedback to chapter one. Most of the...
I work as a Night Dispatcher for a small Trucking Company, Not a bad job, The office is all mine for the nights, and it’s usually pretty boring. I brought a small TV/VCR combo to keep up on News or watch a Tape, even porn now and then. Around 2 AM last Sunday Morning, one of our female drivers pulled in pitching a fit about her truck. “It’s a piece of Shit,...
This chapter picks up at the point the first chapter left off. It probably makes more sense if you've read the first chapter, but is also meant to stand alone. Thanks for all the positive feedback on the first chapter, I really appreciate it - and if you like this story, please vote! It'll encourage me to write more - and there's plenty more to come, which...
Part 2: What Sylvie Did The first part of this story has rightly been moved to the Fetish hub. But Part 2, I think, belongs here in Loving Wives. I I do not know how long I had been sitting in Amy's office musing when I heard the lift coming back up. Was Amy coming back to me? Had she changed her mind? Would she treat me normally now? And then, suddenly,...
We'd set it up in advance...and had talked about it for months and months leading up to it. We had fashioned out the specifics, but she didn't know exactly which night of her three night hotel stay that I would be inside her room, waiting for her in the dark. I had a phrase to say, to let her know it was me when I forced myself on her, and even before she wa...
An undersized round man with a crown of hair around his head walked in, immediately bumping into the table and spilling the withered hand, despite the almost half inch thickness of his glasses. "Oh god -- sorry." He stammered into the musty air of the shop. The two women turned when the door opened, and he hadn't looked in their direction at all. Sasha wond...