* * * * * * * * * A flush of shameful red spread over her cheeks. Cynthia gazed at the handsome man asleep in the clear box on her doorstep. "What do you think?" Anne grinned. Her indigo eyes glittering with excitement. "You bought me...," Cynthia tucked her golden hair behind her ear nervously as she circled the box. "You bought me a sex-droid." "You s...
I pulled up and parked adding our car to the other 8 that were already in attendance. This was an invitation only evening and dinner for the 12 principle investors of the W.T. Power Group. I opened my door; walked to my sweet Darya's, opened and held her delicate gloved hand, she slide from the car. She looked up t me a little apprehensive but smiling none t...
The first thing Anna noticed when she came through was the feeling of cold fingers stroking her belly. When she opened her eyes she saw the blackhaired man. He was sitting at her side and she appeared to be laying on her back on a sofa. The nightdress up over her breasts, her whole body naked to his touch. Her movements must have betrayed her, because he lo...
This game is made with the game function in mind! Press the 'start game' button to the right! As the story is being updated, it might be required for you to reset the game; I'm sorry about that, I hope you understand! (Currently this story is unfinished; I am experimenting and taking my time. Please do enjoy, and leave a like! Feedback and pointing out spel...
It is December Twenty-Sixth. The refrigerator is full, most of the dishes washed. The older children have dispersed to their lives of work and college. The new has not yet worn off the younger ones' toys. And I just finished a goal that I have been striving to do for four years. Not a bad way to end the year (a lot better than the rig-a-ma-roar that was made...
I was about to marry my childhood sweetheart Paula Rother. I loved her and she loved me but it hadn't been straightforward. After school she went to Manchester University while I went to work at a local accountants as a lowly paid junior clerk. She said we where inseparable but during the two years she was away she met Graham. I was heart broken and knew I w...
2016 December "You're not from these parts, are you?" Seeing as the woman who said it had a Dublin accent that sounded like she just got off the boat, it was a little offensive. My dad did not think so. He laughed, "No, dear, we're from England," and my mom added, "from Brighton. I don't know if you've heard of it." "Of course I have." "And where a...
for A.G. The principal protagonist in the tale I have to tell you is a woman by the name of Myrtle Mary Townsend. She prefers to be known as Myr, because the elegant, mysterious and slightly aromatic image that this single syllable conjures up is far more accurate than what you might imagine on hearing her given name. Her own story is long, complicated and...
Thanks to "Little Red Riding Hood" from the fairytale, of course, and my new friend of the same name from the Literotica chatroom. Red's mother looked at her oddly as she skipped out of the house. Her dress was now snug on her, with the skirt coming high on her thighs. Her newly sprouted breasts were also noticeable. She decided she'd make her eighteen yea...
Sitting at my desk next to the open window was a good work atmosphere. The fresh air and slight breeze helped my dull paperwork seem not quite unbearable. I glanced up and let my eyes rest on the trees that swayed gently on this mild summery afternoon. Then my gaze was jerked rudely away from the botany, and to a figure lying on the grass. It was a girl, a v...