Jim had still not managed to say a word as he closed the door behind him and he couldn't take his eyes off Clara. She was stunning, as if she had just stepped out of one of his fantasies. God knows he gave her enough detail about them but she never seemed to warm up to them and then this. She was wearing a black satin corset, black garter belt attached to sh...
It's always been the shoes. No matter if the woman was young or mature, shaved, bushy, blonde, brunette, pale or bronze; the shoes were always the required accessory for a thunderous ejaculation. My earliest memories of sexy shoes were from the glossy black and white porn mags I had enjoyed as a senior in high school; mature beauties posed a la Betty Page i...
This is a story about life. Not everyone's life, just the life of a few people growing up and having problems. It is not our responsibility to judge one on their skin tone but it is out there. This story deals about racism, a problem that plagues our country and many others. It is completely false, yet at the same time the most honest and true thing you migh...
All the characters in this story are over 18. It is set in England, so the words used are English not American. And this story continues after Heather Chapter 4... * The next week I rang the bell as usual, still not quite believing that just 7 days ago I'd had sex for the first time ever, and with Heather of all people. She was nearly as old as my mother,...
Dear LIT Readers, however many you are, I decided to try my hand at a longer story with an ongoing line of events. Since I’m an artist living in a small New England town with many remnants of its failed industrial heritage in evidence, it seemed like an apt setting for a longer story. The invention of “The Art Factory”, a large industrial complex converted...
"Will you relax? Please. I'm telling you, there is no problem." "You're sure..." Scott Williams was anxious as he stepped into the gorgeous Point Piper home where his girlfriend, Ashleigh Parker, grew up. He wasn't unfamiliar with extreme wealth-he had been to plenty of rich friends' homes during his days at Phillips Exeter-but he had never seen anything l...
Valerie Is Talked Into A Private Fashion Show Last weekend I invited a few friends over to watch the local football team on my new wide screen plasma TV. The five of us were in the basement enjoying the beating our team was giving the other so-called favorites. During halftime, my wife came down with a bunch of shopping bags. She had won a $500.00 gift ca...
My job requires that I travel extensively. Craig, the guy I was seeing asked me to go to a wedding with him. I was on my way home when I got stranded in Pittsburg. The airline couldn't get home until late the next day but in time to make the wedding. I called Craig and told him my problem. He told me he would pick me up at the airport and we could we go stra...
I have every woman's dream job. I am a sports reporter, doing interviews in the locker room after the big games. Now being a woman in my sexual prime and a body I'm not ashamed of, I get plenty of stares while I'm doing my interviews, however, I do enough staring of my own. There is something about a sweaty well-hung man parading around a locker room, showin...
It was a rainy day so I'd put a coat on over the top. I wore a skirt, heels and an angora sweater. The skirt was black and tight, the sweater pink and fluffy with short sleeves. My heels were knee-high boots, leather and tight. First stop was the jewellery shop. I had left my ring to be repaired. I paid the girl and noticed him standing near the public phon...