(The first half is a condensed history) My first experiences with a real vibrator were through a married couple in the late 80s. The husband owned a nice selection of 70s and early 80s Penthouses, some more contemporary mags like Leg Show, and a selection of VHS cassettes. Both of them knew that I enjoyed their collection, starting to make suggestions over...
This is my second story for Literotica. I would greatly welcome comments, suggestions, or just encouragement from any of you out there. Hope you enjoy this one. * I still hate my alarm clock. I still hate being woken up suddenly. I much prefer waking up slowly, enjoying that time between waking and sleeping; where dreams and reality mix. That morning, as...
Love knows no boundaries of race, class or sex. Size should be no obstacle either. Where would so many of us be if it did? Not happy, that's for damn sure. The following tale is a love story. An actual love story taking place in the twenty first century. It involves two people who love each other very much, overcame many odds and in the end, made their relat...
I had popped into a cafe for a cup of tea to while away the time as I was awaiting the camp bus. It had been a fruitless night, the women had not fell for my ruthless charms, not as they ever did. My mates were forever telling me I would dip out in a Soho Brothel. 'This someone's seat?' 'No, Mate. Help yourself!' 'Obviously you didn't click with a lady-f...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
Yes, reading the earlier chapters sets the stage for this one. But it can also stand on its own. For my Darlings Megs and Lizbeth All of a sudden, it seemed, my cozy new world appeared to have evaporated. Liz had turned nasty again and I sensed I was in for it. The first stoke of that damned tawse reawakened that old dread in me, but it was destined to get...
Previously.... After several years, I was completely in their command, and when feeling particularly cruel they would invite several of their female friends around and introduce me as Jennifer, a cousin visiting for the weekend. Very soon I was getting invited to lots of girlie parties and events. Julie and Janet made sure I accepted every invite. I was alw...
Alice was a straight A student and was a total goody two shoes. She wasn't ugly but she certainly wasn't cheerleader material but was generally liked and respected by her peers and teachers at her high school. She lived in a relatively small town on the outskirts of Jackson Mississippi and was a happy child. She wanted to experience everything life had to of...
“What about we make an early night of it, Sid?” asked Freda, without much hope. Sid looked briefly away from the television set and cocking one eye suspiciously asked, “What for, I’m not tired?” “No, well, I just thought it’d be nice,” warbled Freda in what she hoped was a sultry manner, but hope had died even before it was properly born. Sid had two st...
She fished for her keys in her purse while the two men stood waiting to get into the red Cavalier. "I call shotgun," Benji shrieked as he opened the unlocked passenger door and climbed in the vehicle. Joel simply shook his head and climbed into the backseat. "It's the Holiday Inn," he reminded. "On your right, up the block about two miles." "Thanks," Ju...