My name is Becky. I met my husband Joe thru his first wife. He is tall and handsome to say the least standing 6'4, 210 pounds with dark hair that is almost black. He could have his pick of woman and I have seen firsthand how when he walks into a room, women sort of gravitate in his direction. I am the extreme opposite at 5'1 and 110 pounds with natural blond...
Swingerjoe recently wrote an alternate ending to One, Fifty or One Hundred. And it probably upset me as much as the original story upset swingerjoe if the speed at which he put out another story is any indication. I have, on occasion written an alternative, but now I am writing an alternative to an alternative. Something to fill in the blanks. Why? Well,...
A flash story as promised, something in direct opposition of the longer tales I had been posting to date. More flash stories will follow in the days to come. Take what you will from them and leave your votes and comments behind. -V I picked up the napkin from my lap and dabbed the corner of my mouth before placing it to the left of my plate. "I'll be...
Things settled into a level of normalcy. Cunt naturally didn't want things to change but Twinky Dick, being a new addition to our little games, was still kind of an unknown at first. After a couple weeks he seemed into the swing of things. He liked taking her up the ass when they were on their own I think because he thought he somehow had that more to himse...
They rushed across the road en masse from the theatre and down the stairs towards the underground station as quickly as they could to avoid the heavy summer shower that had unleashed itself upon the city. The humid weather had been with them for days, and it was now breaking. Sarah took each step as carefully as she could in her heels whilst holding the ban...
It was a blisteringly hot week on the south coast of France. My fiancé and I had spent our days lunching at beachside hotels and shellfish restaurants, walking the promenade and looking out over the sea. Then after a few days James's friend Neil joined us from London. That first day I went topless in front of both boys. I liked the attention and Neil's eye...
Hello there, this is your friendly neighborhood fantasy writer with yet another story for you. Here I wish to bring forward a real, tempting, and mouthwatering story of a housewife I had met on one of my road trips. This I narrate as told by her, for my earnest viewers of "literotica". It 's been a little more than 20 years since I had been married with Pan...
Gone are the days when I could sit across from a guy on a subway train and not worry whether he was an undercover vice cop. My seating preference back then used to depend on whether there was an orange or mustard space directly ahead of an older gent -- one not elderly enough to bring out my Elektra complex, but not so young that he could be arrested for sip...
The name is Seraphim Joseph. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I attend nearby Algonquin College, where I'm taking up the Program of Police Foundations. I want to work for the Ontario Provincial Police someday. After I graduate from Algonquin College, I'm heading straight to Carleton University. I...
The maid stood framed in the doorway. The thin, white cotton overall showing her slim body in silhouette as the sun blazed somewhere behind her. I hadn't planned to get out of bed for several hours. I had a vague idea that sometime after lunch I'd walk the ten paces to the beach and relax in a deck-chair until supper time. I was on holiday, it was stinking h...