The driver who had met Sherrie on her first and second arrivals at the Christchurch airport was grinning at her as he waited at baggage claim while she made her way through a throng of people, all who seemed intent on being the first to retrieve their luggage. "Dr. Mathison! So good to see you again!" said the dark-skinned man known only as "Catchy" to Sher...
(A note of appreciation to the readers who have voted for the first installment of this story in the contest underway here at Literotica until Nov. 2, 2010. Your votes in the Fetish category under "Awards & Contests" on the Bulletin Board are much appreciated—I am delighted you have found Dr. Sherrie Mathison's journey on her way toward completing her anthro...
It had been a very long time since the last really good sex for Jackie. What was the guy's name? Oh, yeah. _Brandon._ Spring break Brandon. Miami Beach Brandon. Nice, thick, seven-inches-of-delectable-hardness Brandon. "Mmmmm," was Jackie's unconscious response to the memory as she idly flipped through the pages of the current _Vogue_ in her tiny Atlanta ap...
Kiana chose her Halloween costume very carefully. It took a good two hours' worth of Internet browsing---Party City, Costumes-'R'-Us, Frederick's, several others---before she found just the right shade of lavender in the billowy pants and matching bodice that would accessorize nicely with the perfect veil to hide her face below her eyes. A copper arm decorat...
Chapter 1 "Come on, come on!" Lydia yelled impatiently back through the door of the townhouse. "Stephanie! Simone! Let's get on the road!" The twins appeared simultaneously, bags slung over their shoulders and both of them wolfing down the last part of their chicken salad sandwiches. "Coming, Mom," Stephanie said, stepping off the stoop and down the side...
"Oh, damn, babe, that is so hot," Brad panted, his eyes fixed to the big-screen HDTV in their den. One arm was around his beautiful, nude wife, Cheryl, and his other hand was slowly stroking his erect cock. "Mmmmm, it does look inviting," Cheryl said breathily, tugging on one nipple as she lazily traced wet circles around her clit. They were seated on thei...
Chloe Burrell, Ph.D., was acutely aware of the irony of her situation. At 34, single (divorced after two years of marriage to the guy she'd lived with for three years before that), and attractive enough to be dating frequently, she was without a boyfriend, dateless for six weeks running, AND she was a "sex researcher" at a large Midwestern university. How u...