It's not that I don't have a sense of humor. I have a sense of humor. When she told me what she was doing, I was repulsed at first; I laughed later, an inevitable concession to the irony of the situation. It was funny—in a way. I understand why she thought so at least. She must have known, too, that I knew all along. She must be laughing because I walked r...
It all started with my first girlfriend in high school. Her name was Kaley, and she was a very pretty blond-haired cheerleader. I was just a dumb teen in love, and my naivety blinded me from all the red flags I should have seen. I thought we were in love, and we had plans to go to the same college together and everything. But that all changed one night durin...
Laying on the football fields Honey was lazily eyeing the football team, admiring their muscular physiques as they trained for the weekends match, to be fair they weren't all the best looking but they were in good shape and even the podgy one had run miles since she first lay down to catch the sun some half hour ago. Twirling her golden locks as she pretend...
I would like to thank the readers for the great feedback. I hope to continue this storyline to your liking. Feel free to offer suggestions. The feedback helps. * Yesterday I was a shy, young, teenage pool boy minding his own business. Today I am dressed as a sissy slut and just finished eating my Mistress' pussy. My arms are handcuffed over my head and at...
Teaching Her A Lesson Part Seven: Collaborative Learning "Looks like someone's got a case of the Mondays!" The look I gave Mrs. Cook-Burfield, almost knocked her back a step. "You know, like the movie? Office Space?" She smiled apologetically. "Sorry. You just look... you know. Tired. But who wouldn't, right? Thirty-some Mondays in and all. Geez, maybe I...
All the usual caveats apply about ages, number of orifices which can simultaneously be occupied, etc. [was it in Jones' Ulysses that the heroine fantasized about being fucked by grasshoppers in her corneas during her gangbang?] I should also tell you that it's probably time to close out this series; but who knows for sure. Oh, although I write it all the tim...
Visitation: The Visitor Returns God bless Jake for bringing to our circle that lonely newcomer he found practicing the French horn. Our new addition brought with him a very valuable skill, one I hadn't ever heard of up to that point: lucid dreaming. And I will be forever grateful for his introduction to the concept. I've never been much of a dreamer, or at...
Hi, this story is my official entry in the 2010 LITEROTICA Summer Lovin' Contest. It's also vying for a prize in the ASSOCIATION of INDEPENDENT READERS contest that runs concurrently. It's your votes, the votes of readers around the world that will decide the contest winners -- please, after you've read the story, take the few extra seconds required to plac...
"Tell me I'm beautiful," she whispered as the doorman at the restaurant held the door open for her. "You're more than beautiful," I said. "You're stupendous." It was amazing what a $600 red dress right on the border between elegant and slutty, and a long afternoon of makeup, hairdressing and skin care could do for my hot dog girl. Her bountiful self was no...
Thanks to Jill for her input yet again, for her direction and ideas that make it possible. Story is about consensual sex between adults, involving bi-sexual / lesbian acts if you don't like these types of story don't read it! That means you lot 'aka' ...'trolls anonymous!!' Otherwise enjoy. ***** Dave and Jill had just started their honeymoon in the Carib...