Mike woke up to a loud noise. Someone was using a hair drier. It took him a moment to remember where he was; he'd fallen asleep in a pile of laundry. He'd recovered a little from earlier and while he still felt quite tired, he was able to actually move now. Right, he thought, I better get out of here. He began trying to find a way out, but navigating the m...
Considering that I had never anticipated such an explosive orgasm, I figured it had to be the alcohol and shrugged it off. The next morning I woke up with my first ever legitimate hangover and the first thing Louise asks me is if I remember the night before (see part one for those who don't.) and she is wearing nothing but a damp bathrobe and a mischievous g...
Authors Notes: I would like to thank Literotica author Robert_Anthony (a.k.a. MALIBUMAN666)and his submission 'Once a Month? as the inspiration for this story. * She lay there gently tracing her fingers up and down his shaft. "OK, now explain to me again what it is you want?" He swallowed hard. She listened as he told her about his desire to have her tea...
This story is best when read with the first! Enjoy; comments appreciated! ********** This new adventure I was undertaking with Steph had me exhilarated for days. My husband was the grateful recipient of the sexual energy coursing through me. If he wondered at the change, he didn't ask me. The next time Steph called me, I could hardly contain my excitement...
The taxi pulled up to the terminal gate at the Portland International airport, fighting its way through the unending flow of traffic as people hurried to and from their planes. She shuffled through her purse quickly, her heart rate jumping rapidly. She was positive that she had seen her credit card in here somewhere when she left the house, but now that it...
As salam alaikum, dear readers. My name is Maimuna Jibril and I'm a 36-year-old Somali Muslim immigrant woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Lately, my sinfully sexy lover Stefano Saint-Mathieu, the tall and burly young Haitian guy who stole my heart has been banging the hell out of me. Honestly, I can't get enough of his unique brand of lovemaking....
After I've ridden your saddle, you tell me that you think I'm ready to be ridden for real. You remove me from the saddle and place a medium size plug in me, which is held securely in place by the harness that I have on. It's a leather jock type that allows my cock to be strapped to my stomach by two leather buckles. My hands are bound behind me to the strap...
I was in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner. Over the running water and clanking dishes, I could barely make out the sounds of Over the Rhine singing "Faithfully Dangerous". Just below that were the sounds of my husband turning pages in the book he was reading. It had been a nice night. Braiden had gotten our son down to bed early, and then made a wonderful...
I slipped the watch out of my pocket thankfully it was almost six pm and time to leave the deli had been hellish all afternoon. Tracy would be meeting me outside work and you never knew what she was going to be wearing or what would happen. When we first met up we where both always so incredibly horny, we'd talked a lot on the phone about what we would like...
I had not seen Jan in several years; not since her boyfriend had gotten killed after losing the bet that his car could make it back into the correct lane before the semi reached him. She was a small woman in her forties, ten years older than her boyfriend and was a sexual dynamo. Not that I knew personally, he had shown me the videos of her tight little body...