Kayla looked terrible. Her eyes were red and puffy and her usual make-up was totally lacking. "My God! Kayla what has happened to you?" "Olivia, I have had one helluva night. I even considered calling you last night, but I thought I would wait until this morning." "Wait for what?' "Olivia I know that this will sound really strange, but did anything weird...
It was a balmy September morning in Rome when Sister Juliana and I went to shop for fresh vegetables. The market was bustling with local restauranteurs and minions of the wealthy, anxious to find the best produce for the day's menus. Walking through the market purposefully, we looked everything over before approaching a vendor to haggle. We knew several of t...
Note: This story was inspired by Abstruse's delightful Ole Onebreast tale. Thanks Abstruse, for sharing your gifted writing ability with Literotica! The darkness was just lifting as Tim Cooney woke from pleasurable dreams. He had just turned 18 yesterday, and as usual had a morning wood to die for. His fat prick stood out of his striped boxers like a spear,...
This story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. If you liked the story, please take a minute and rate it and/or leave a comment. If you didn't, please be gentle-it's my first time. And many thanks to oldnakeddad for editing. ***** "Have you ever been with a woman?" The question hung in the air like frost on a Janua...
Tom was tired and bored. Overdose of Netflix, overdose of Call of Duty, overdose of Facebook... He tried to get his wife in the mood for sex, but she was hopelessly "exhausted" again. He ended up, as too often, frustratedly watching some porn on Amazon Sex. He kept clicking through ads like a robot, from sales of billionaire mansions to cheap eleph...
The following story is based on the Jason Isbell song of the same name. The plot undoubtedly deviates from the intent of Mr. Isbell's song, though his lyrics in their entirety are included here. They are denoted by italics at various places within the story. * Jenn Ryan was the best thing that ever happened to me. But she would be the first to admit, she...
Author's disclaimer: I am not a fan of 'Sissy' stories. Some crossdressed bloke dressed in taffeta and crinolines, frilly knickers, with blonde ringleted girly-girl hair being dragged along on a leash by some leather-clad dominatrix Mistress who forces him to be her sissy, spanking him and finally sticking a big plastic cock up his arse is not my forte. Tha...
The more they thought about it the more they laughed, although to be fair, Jane was laughing more than James. He only had time to grab his clothes and run, seeing that was what Jane had done. "Why did you run out, he asked?" "I don't know, I panicked. What can I say?" Jane thought it was hilarious that James had followed her out of the building and into...
Ron still had on the black t-shirt but he had changed into shorts. "Let's go...." He came over to me and looked at the top of the dress where I had left a few buttons undone. He took the "lapels" and spread them apart pretty much exposing my breasts. "Still in the Las Vegas spirit I see," he said. I showed him how the dress front stayed pretty well closed na...
The second scene of the private orgy at the home of Ralph and Angela Peterson consisted of Chloe Hamilton partaking in a threesome with her husband, Randy and the host Ralph Peterson. For her threesome activity she elected to have her husband sodomize her. In her mind this type of sexual activity had experienced the least amount of frequency of all the times...