"You didn't have to dress up, you know. It's just a bridge game at my parents' house between Gemma, Alessandro, you, and me." Maisie flushed as she glanced down at her outfit. She'd tucked her fitted, dark blue jeans into a pair of saddle-brown boots, and thrown a short jacket over a sleeveless blouse. Carolina was right; she was completely overdressed for...
Thank you to all who have commented/rated my previous instalment. I hope this episode does not disappoint you. Mistress began by unhooking the ball weights, making my cock become fully erect, and extracting a muffled scream as the pain in my balls registered. This was made wonderfully strange by Her silk-gloved hand slowly wanking my cock - the first real t...
The woman was heavily pregnant, close to term, her belly roundly distended; it would be a big baby. It was a summer morning, warm in her bedroom as she lay naked on the bed, the sheet scrunched up at the bottom. Her husband had left for work an hour earlier, and she had dozed peacefully in the quiet house. Waking, she looked down her body - her ripe breasts...
I don't remember when I changed from the guy who never wanted another guy to look too long at his girlfriend to someone who needed to watch a man provide my wife with all the joy she could handle. Someone who would take Gemma to a level she'd only occasionally reached with me. We used to share wild thoughts, once another woman, all before kids. We had been...
The position of assistant manager at the elegant country house hotel had come at precisely the right time for you. Your daughters had both gone through university and the house in the impossibly scenic village now seemed too large, echoing with the memory of the laughter that previously had filled your home. The social ties that bound you to the community we...
Writer's note: While based on real events, the sexual nature of this story is entirely fictional. Still, I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if you do and I will continue the story with other members of the NUS' elected bodies. I've fancied her for ages. Her smile, her strength and the way she can make the butterflies dance in your stomach just by touc...
Otto was in search of a new tank for another bike he was building and told the guys he was headed over to see Gus and see what he had. He tossed the unrepairable tank in the bin and got on his bike. He waved and took off, heading to 99 south and cruised down to north-east Stockton. Pulling into Gus' place, he stopped by the area he had set aside just for bik...
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If you read any novel, it is highly unlikely you will start at the third chapter. It is the same with this story so, if you haven't read the first two chapters, I suggest you do so before this one. On the other hand, if you are one of the kind Literotica readers who have loaned me a few minutes of their lives to hear of Pamela's adventures, then do please re...