Awhile back I went on a business trip but ended up at my destination with a soaked suitcase. I was told, first my luggage didn't make the second leg of my flight and after it was loaded onto a subsequent flight that aircraft had a bomb scare and all the luggage had been laid out on the tarmac for a search by dogs. Well, in the meantime a storm slammed the ai...
It was dark, darker than usual in the room we'd been kept for what felt now like months. It honestly couldn't have been more than a few days but it had always been dark down here, impossible to tell day from night. I know I'm not alone here, I hear others breathing around me, occasional squirming to try and get out of the restraints we'd been placed in. We,...
Author's Note: Originally this story was entirely in the voice of Tasha, and I hoped that one of the sultry-voiced ladies of the Text with Audio section might be interested in doing a recording. Lit's editors requested that I add in some other cues to make it a little more readable, so I've done that - However, if any of you text with audio specialists would...
For the next week I thought about my new friend Colleen a lot, while I was away on a brief business trip. Actually, I'll confess I didn't think about much else. I turned over in my mind how I had met her on a commuter train and had her show me her breast before I even knew her name; how we had enjoyed seeing and touching each other's bodies, and those of oth...
I was a freshman, 18 years old, enjoying college life as all freshmen usually do. The first year of complete freedom, and I took it to another limit and played hard but even studied pretty hard. Though there were a million temptations around, I was usually pretty good about my grades and balanced my time out pretty well. I had my fair share of fun, even with...
Jack Be Nimble: 1997-Main Course "The Heart's Filthy Lesson, with her hundred miles to Hell." -David Bowie Hello Gentle Readers, My, my, my, over a thousand views of my little recounting. I'm flattered. Granted it's not as oft-read as say "A. My name is Alice" (to say nothing of the votes). I find it deeply amusing to see Freud's Oedipus theory personifie...
The New Roommate. As usual, my stories have women with bigger than average chest sizes. Also they have Interracial content. If this is not your thing, you have been warned. (Yes I know, it is in the interracial section but there are many people that still read stories like this and get angry that it is interracial in nature.) To see what the women look lik...
"Alright now, I think this is something we should deal with sooner rather than later." Lydia knocked on the door. "Come in!" Lydia clamped her hand on Evelyn's wrist before pushing opening the door. "You have customers." Gingy popped her head out from another room. "What?" Tugging the struggling girl forward, Lydia planted herself in the main area. "I w...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 40). This story c...
Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the newly appointed vicar of Chigwell, David Rutter, clamped her big soft aging breasts around his angry erection, and having removed her dentures, clamped her mouth over the flared head of his excited penis. “Marcia, you’re definitely improving. That’s it, suck it baby, suck it. Where do you want it...