"Good afternoon Missus Moore, sorry to disturb you" I heard as if from a far. 'What the hell's that?' I thought wondering whether I was dreaming. I realised that I had dozed off. The glass of wine at lunch and the warm sun had got to me. Daniel our relief gardener was standing off to one side from where I was lying on a sun lounger. Jerry our usual garde...
Please read Part I of The Scoutmasters Wife before reading this. It will make more sense and a more fulfilling reading experience. * * * * * I had a second window into the adult world that Saturday night. I had just experienced intimacy with an older woman, but now I had to make a difficult choice, the kind of choice adults often make. MaryAnn had called t...
I almost don't know where to begin, so I guess I will just start with Sharon and what she is like. Sharon is small, nearly all of the women in my life have been. No idea why, I just lean that way, maybe part of my tendency towards dominance. I do know that I run the show most of the time, my woman needs to do what I say within reason. I am not harsh, I am j...
Layla felt the guitar player stir in his sleep beneath her. His breathing was slow. He snored softly. She could feel the heat of his flaccid cock, which remained tucked inside of her cum filled pussy. She gently flexed her sheath around him, trying to keep him from slipping away from her. She felt him swell slightly as she applied the soft pressure. She cle...
I've had a very good life. I was born and raised, as a servant, on a huge estate in the Maryland mountains. Well, really hills. It was and is owned by an extremely wealthy and very important family. I most certainly remember my life, what I've experienced. But a lot of my background I've picked up in bits and pieces over the years. My mother was one of the...
From an idea from Dalhia57 * Kira had boarded the high speed train in Metz at 06:49. She was on the way to Paris as she did about every two months. She had kissed her French husband goodbye and left hurriedly. As usual, she had attracted widespread attention from the other travelers, as she was wearing a saree in Metz' monumental station. She was resting i...
My heart pounds as I tip-toe across the soft, pink carpet in my parents' room. I'm home alone. My stepmother's lingerie collection awaits. A floorboard creaks as I make my way to the dresser. I'm facing my worst nightmare--getting caught playing with Ann's lacy undies. But I'm totally hooked on wrapping myself in her silk and lace. I decide to move forward....
Author's Note: It's been a couple of years since I posted a story on Lit. Most of my stories are inspired by true events, but are liberally embellished by my imagination. This story, however, is completely true – every word of it, to the best of my recollection. It starts out a bit slowly to develop the context, but if you'll stay with me, I think you'll see...
Hello dear reader. I am back again to tell you more of my tales. At the start I thought of telling my story as a kind of confession. Its not a confession anymore. I have come to enjoy revealing my sexual adventures to you all. It is a positive thing for me. I feel good knowing I have some happy readers. Nowadays I am much more confident to admit up-front wh...
' Hi! Are you Jenny?' 'Yes, you are the new girl, Anita. I have seen you around, but not close enough to say, hello. How are you settling in?' 'Fine! Just glad to see the first week in. The girls tell me you live near me on the estate. My car is in dock so I will have to get the bus home tonight. Would you mind if we go home together.' 'No, Anita that wou...