Chapter One: A Pinch Of Infidelity. I am Anne. I am married, and I let other men fuck me. No, that's not true. I should be honest with you — I enjoy fucking men other than my husband. I enjoy it tremendously. My husband doesn't know. And I hope he never will. But please don't get me wrong — I feel no guilt about what I do. I even think I am d...
Jean stood back from the mirror to look at her new outfit. It was just what she wanted to turn on her husband, Ray. It was a hot pink wrap around micro-mini that clung to her 34-inch hips, leaving a bare 20-inch waist and midriff that exposed soft pearl white skin from just below her 34B tits to just above her red bush. Jean liked to wear low riding skirts...
I was in my forties and was bored with life. My job sucked, my night life was the same over and over. Bar hopping hoping to get lucky and pick up some woman who would fuck me and not be crazy in the morning. Or maybe a hot guy just for the change of pace. Guys were just about the sex and usually didn't bring any baggage. So I was surfing the internet and ge...
It all started with a shrimp ring and my desperate desire to fit in. So there I was, done up in a fluffy black cocktail dress, four-inch Mary Janes that I'd worn to prom, and pearls, surrounded by restless homosexual men in ugly Norwegian sweaters, looking at the remains of a very stinky shrimp ring that was supposed to be the main course in our pescataria...
A few months ago, my wife, Kara mentioned she had read an article in a magazine concerning fantasies. She said she was a little surprised to read that men were more likely to withhold their fantasies from their partner than women were. Kara asked, "Have you any fantasies that you are not telling me? Anything you are keeping to yourself because you might be...
Once again this is not the story of my life. Just a tale of someone else's travails I've observed from the sidelines. A few details are changed for concealment and plausible deniability. Seems some did not like my last tale. Too bad. I'm not writing these for you. I'm writing for me. I've found an outlet for my anger, my rage, my betrayal. These tales are a...
He found out! It can't be. How? Fear sliced through me like a hot flash of lightning. How'd he find out about Mike? "How could you say such a thing?" I asked, feigning outrage and innocence. Before answering Ron scrutinized me for a reaction. "I have my sources," he said quietly. To continue to deny would have been hopeless. He was too confident. Had he...
When I got home, I took a bath, changed my clothes, and had some breakfast. Then I called Roscoe. I wanted to get started on my new case as soon as possible. Actually, what I wanted was to see Jennifer again and, in less guarded moments, I admitted that to myself. I couldn’t remember being obsessed with any woman like I seemed to be with Jennifer. Even Nadin...
Who stole the stories from Literotica.com? Here's one answer. Huang Meili had a rare place for an eighteen year old girl--she was a Senior Research Fellow at the National University of Defense Technology in Chengsha. Ostensibly she was a database manager, developing software for better tracking spare aircraft parts and maintaining records for naval personne...
The year is 2020, it is May 16th, a writer, Mr. Lindstrum, is being interviewed on the occasion of his 80th birthday. "Good morning Mr. Lindstrum, and a happy 80th birthday. I'm Jack TavernIs. I'm here to interview you Sir, for the New York Reader's Guide and Channel 7's Biography series." "Oh yes, come in, Jack, but my birthday was yesterday, not that it...