Her name is Nicole...or "Nice Nicole" as she was known by the pool staff because of her natural sweetness, genuine caring, pleasant voice, and gentle ways. For an eighteen-year-old high school senior, Nicole was an anomaly of her generation and especially for her prestigious private high school that was known for its affluent and upper-crust snobby student b...
Session 1 There are times when restraint is helpful and necessary. And then, there are the infrequent times when wadding up that giant ball of self-control and tossing it out of the window is the one thing that might allow us to make it through the next twenty or thirty years with some measure of sanity. This story is about one of those times. Which one, yo...
I guess I need to describe her, the vision is burned into my mind. The crazy part is I don't know why. I just do not completely understand the attraction. Sylvia is my massage therapist. She is 40, dark haired, and the right term would be voluptuous. I knew very quickly that I had found the right person. Normally I spend a lot of time finding someone, an...
I switched this back into the "loving wives" category, it seems to fit better. The lead in is in the "exhibition" category, reading it will help here. There is no wife swapping, or even cheating here, not really. Maybe kind of, in an unintentional way. I can sort of write that stuff and have, but to be honest, it's boring to read and boring to try and write....
Maggie was 33 and hated her job. One day she saw an advert in the local paper for a training course in therapeutic massage. She signed up for it, gave up her job, and set up as a self-employed therapist. That was five years ago. Now Maggie's business was well established. Her husband Mike was a little dubious at first about his wife throwing over her career...
Many young men get the urge to try on their mother's clothes. A small percentage actually have the nerve to do it, and sadly, a small percentage of them get caught. I was one of those young men. Mother and I lived alone. She had gotten back early from the supermarket and I was wearing her panties and bra. She went mental, beating me and locking me in my room...
As an anniversary present I decided to treat my wife, Kaye, to a massage. This is something that she enjoys and finds to be a stress reliever. Instead of getting her a gift certificate to a spa, I decided to find someone who would come out to the house. She would get her massage, get showered and then we would go out for a nice dinner at a restaurant in the...
When I arrived at Julia's home I wasn't quite certain what to expect. Was it a date, a session, or just two friends hanging out? As I walked up the sidewalk I had two thoughts, one was that I was more nervous than I would have liked as I could feel the beginnings of some perspiration and, secondly, that I may be way out of my league with a woman like Julia....
A Wind Shear is a story about a woman who is skating on the edge of insanity. It is the interplay between the conscious and the unconscious; between real life and a barely repressed fantasy life. Because the balance has become so precarious she finds herself helpless before fantasies that threaten to overwhelm her at any moment. Alarmed, she seeks help but o...
Author’s note-I can honestly say I’m pissed Stacie’s fate was what it was. She was the sweetest girl ever. This story is literally the saddest story I ever wrote for Literotica. And I didn’t want Devon to make the Black Person Dies First thing a reality for this story, but that’s how it went. Everyone else had more importance to the plot than Devon did. He...