It would appear that writing in the "second" person is not generally appreciated, I knew it wasn't the best way to tell a story, but tried it to be different. However, one nauseous critic, (He also skulks behind the anonymous tag,) said that no professional ever writes that way, Well if he thinks the authors who submit stories on Literotica are "professional...
Although Charlotte considered herself to be essentially a lesbian, this didn't mean that she didn't enjoy male company. Indeed, it flattered her when men showed interest in her. So it wasn't too surprising that after a little persuading from her colleague, Jonathan, Charlotte invited him to visit for dinner. Jonathan was quite a shy young man, who however th...
Emma went to sleep that night, confused, sore and naked. She wasn't sure what 'marriage' was, but she was becoming certain that this wasn't it. Total obedience was nothing new, as the nuns at school had insisted on this. Emma had enjoyed the rigid structure of each day and the certainty that if you did something wrong, then you would be punished. She lay i...
My wife Emma and I have a very close and loving relationship in our fifteen-year marriage. We have raised beautiful children and built a nice home for ourselves. I have always been in awe of Emma's beautiful face and extremely curvy body. At forty-one years of age she remains a beauty. Emma has always been very conservative, yet stylish, with her wardrobe....
"There we go," Limini purred, as the berrymaids squirmed in each other's arms. "Ain't that better, sugar?" Lilikoi whined as her fellow dryads planted kiss after kiss on her big, sensitized breasts. One guavamaid clung to each side of her, plump lips fastened to her nipples and suckling greedily—brainwashing themselves with her nectar, and her with their pl...
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This is the fifth part of the series. This story starts at the end of the fourth part. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. There is some piss play. ***** I was kneeling with cum all over my face and hair. Hans had just fucked my ass and mouth. He had cum in my ass and then spread the re...
**This story follows on from 'Fun For Two' but can be read as a stand alone story. ** Emma ushered the last of the children onto the mildew smelling coach, as Cath worked her way up the aisle checking their seatbelts were buckled. Emma let out a small sigh as she took a seat at the front, leaving Cath to sit with the noisier rabble at the back. The coarse c...
Emma was a princess in pain. Her mother died four years ago when she was 15, she hadn't spoken sense. Her father currently was at war, her six brothers followed eager to prove themselves. "Emma! We're leaving now." The oldest said, giving her a hug. "We'll be back as soon as we can." The next promised. "Goodbye, sister." The next went on, hopeful pride...
Emma awoke in her cell, or she thought it was her cell, but it felt stuffy and was totally dark. The cover on her bed was a warm furry fabric and felt quite pleasant against her body. She wriggled her buttocks against it and winced, they were very sore after the whipping. She tried to turn over, but discovered that she couldn't move more than a few centim...