Her name was Casey Fernandez. She was 34, shoulder-length hair the colour and sheen of a horse-chestnut fresh from its case, deep dark eyes, high cheek bones, a mouth that promised much and (as I discovered) delivered more. We were not exactly living together all the time, which explains how it came about that we had been fucking several times a week for mor...
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Fucked. That's what I had been. Rightfully and thoroughly fucked. Saturday night, I awoke on my back in Brian's bed. I could barely move, but I wasn't complaining. The spot next to me was empty but still warm. I smiled. We'd been having sex of some sort ever since we'd arrived after lunch. Whether I'd been on the bed or the padded bench or his kinky creat...
I'm not a stranger No I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile frame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I'm tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut -Plumb "Cut" "Which door is yours?" Miranda asked. Grey poi...
"A first date on Valentine's Day? Sounds like another notch to be added on your dates-from-hell bedpost to me." I rolled my eyes at my coworker, Taylor, who also happened to be my best friend. "This one is going to be different." "Right," she replied. "It's cute how you always say that." I opened my mouth to blast her with a snappy retort but lost my trai...
The man shades his eyes and squints ahead, trying to see through the glinting sunlight reflected off the rivers eddys and currents. His raft moves lazily through the brown slow waters, guided by his sure hands and arms, pushing and pulling the pole in and out of the muddy river floor. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while...
*****Note: Chapter 152 was not published on this site due to Literotica's publishing rules. I'm sorry, but it wasn't possible to cut it down to the point that it was worth publishing here. There will be likely parts skipped in future chapters, or chapters left out altogether in the next few weeks as well for the same reason. I'm sorry!***** Chapter One Hund...
Athena woke, as she usually did, to the sound of her mother, hollering from the kitchen. "Neena, darling! Get your sleepy butt downstairs this instant, or I'll feed your pancakes to Snufflesnoot!" she crowed, drowning out the sound of the classical radio station she always had playing. Athena smushed her face into her pillow, inhaling deeply, and stretched...
"Is that an eyeball?" Voodoo asked, though her senses were confirming to her that yes, it was absolutely an eyeball. It even had that new eyeball smell. "Yeah!" Bryan said, as enthusiastic about disembodied body parts as he was about just about everything. "An eagle actually plucked it out of this guy's head, he had to get an eyepatch, Hank said it reminde...
It was precisely 8:30 a.m. Monday morning when I held the front door of my single-story office building open for Alexis Barron. She strutted in, hands free, and with a confidence I had never witnessed before. Meekly, I followed behind the young black woman carrying all her things, and breathing her perfumed tail winds as we reached the front desk. The of...