I made a mistake. I am a man, but thats no excuse. I cheated. It wasn't right of me, and I regretted it... when I got caught. I'm not perfect, never said I was. I thought that it was it, I thought she was going to dump me right on the spot if I ever got caught; I was wrong. For a little background, my girlfriend Sara and I have been together for about a yea...
Sarah and Valerie, both 18, were in the final year of high school. They had been friends since childhood, but they were as different as night and day. Sarah, my daughter, was a brunette with a sweet innocent face, a good girl. Valerie was blonde, about the same height and weight as Sarah. But she seemed a lot more free in her speech, perhaps a bad girl. Whic...
He kisses my neck, then whispers in my ear... "Go to the bathroom and take off your panties." I smile and nod, eager to be rid of the thin fabric riding between my wet pussy lips. I excuse myself from the table and dash off to the bathroom. Entering the stall, I click the lock and hike my skirt up. My fingers reach inside the corners at my hips and slowly...
You walk into the hotel room after a long drive down the mountain and are pleasantly surprised to see my suitcase is already lying on the queen-sized bed nearest the door. Although you had planned to arrive before me, after dealing with weather and traffic you are just glad to be in for the night. It is almost 11 and you immediately apologize for arriving so...
Goddamn-it, I got the cart that pulls to the left, I always end up with the defective cart; the loose wobbly wheel, the one that pulls to one side or the other or the always classic, the one that has lost the grounding wire so every time you touch it you get the bite of built up static charge nipping at your fingers. Are carts hard to maintain? perhaps it wa...
This story is racist and sexist...just what you'd expect from a porn site. But since Lit is a higher-class site, the writing is better than you'd find on most porn sites, if I say so myself (because no one else will). Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I am not the narrator, although much of this story, if you can call it that, is derived from actual...
My stories are written in British English. You may encounter spelling, phrases and idioms that differ to English from other locales. My wife and I were at the annual neighbourhood party. The sun was high and the beer was flowing. This party had taken place every year since long before we settled here. Pretty much everyone knew everyone else. Well, neighbour...
Ken couldn't take it any longer. He wondered if the video was still being displayed in the lodge. Keeping his phone connected to the video, he left his room and headed to the main area of the lodge. There, his worst fears were confirmed. His wife's ass was displayed on a large screen in the front of the building. There had to be thirty people there staring a...
Chapter Two: The Next Afternoon Needless to say, we slept in. Luckily breakfast started early and lasted nearly till lunch. We ate leisurely and then went for a walk. It was serene and beautiful. The air was warm and the birds were still singing. There was a swimming pool...suits optional and while we wanted to see more action, we were both a little full of...
He climbed over the fence very carefully, wearing his black clothes. His heart was racing in his chest and breathing was becoming quite hard. It was his day. His night. It was finally happening, Christine was finally going to fuck her boyfriend. And lucky for him, she was right next to him when she blurted to all her friends. This was the best opportunity he...