Dear Laurel, Manu, fellow authors and my Literotica readers, The end of another year is drawing to a close. And this year is not just the end of another year, but of an era it seems. If the rumors are true and 2014 was the final year for Survivor, then I feel that the words of country singer Tim McGraw says it best... The ending of an era and the turning o...
It felt like months since Amy had been with Darrian, it had only been a week. Amy missed the feel of his hands on her and his cock inside her. Amy picked up her phone. She started typing a message to him. "I wish you were fucking my ass right now" she hesitated before sending it. A message like this would definitely get his attention, it would also mean sh...
"Would you go out in the back yard and grab the towel I left out there?" The request seems innocent enough, so I don't even think to question it, but I'm surprised when you run up to the door and slam it shut behind me. I know I've been played, but I still glance around for a towel, not quite comprehending the situation entirely for just a moment. I'm irri...
To be her thing. That is what you want, what you have always wanted. What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which. To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none. How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being? Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very id...
I just get home from work, and its 11 PM, and I figure you are sleeping... forgetting that it's a Friday night, and, well, you might still be up. Thankfully, all the kids are sleeping; just the dog greets me at the door. I slip off my shoes, and quietly walk to the bedroom. You're not there; I figure, maybe you are watching TV, or something. I quietly get u...
The shrill ring of the phone awakens me from sleep. As I turn to reach for the phone I notice that you're no longer beside me. "Hello," I mumble into the receiver. Ugh! another telemarketer. I click the receiver off and then the ringer volume. I hear the sounds of the shower as I burrow back under the blankets. As I drift back to sleep I recall the feel of y...
Terry Johnson was a rather plain young man. He was not too skinny, not too fat, not too tall, not too small and not too tan. His facial hair kept neat and his hair just below the neck, he was the type that anyone could forget. It was likely because of this that he never had any luck with women. When he was younger he would ask a girl out and always "NO" was...
The exploration had started early in her sexual awakening, fingertips lubricated with virginal slickness easily sliding down over tingling labia to the tight little rosebud below; the explosion of sensation that followed, however, was not so predictable as were the building orgasms she had learned to bring herself through happy experimentation. Questions a...
Randy left Sarah's room, closing the door slowly behind him, hoping no one heard. As he turned to leave, another door down the hallway opened and out came Sarah's twin sister Aimee. While they were twins, some glaring differences were apparent. Aimee had good sized boobs as well as blonde hair, only down to about her mid-back. The biggest difference was her...
"Hey," She said while scooting that firm ass up onto the stool, "How are you all doing?" As my gaze drifted from the smile being directed toward me, to the view being offered by the soft v-neck sweater she wore my mouth went dry, making a response close to impossible. As if sensing my predicament, she leaned over the table to whisper in my ear. Her breasts...