I As the water streamed across the window pane, I watched Jayne pull her coat tight, dashing from the car, through the torrential rain into the house, cursing the British summer in all its soaking glory. "Steve," she called, as she hung up the coat to dry, "I've an invite here, to a fancy dress party, Helen is holding on Friday" "I'm in here," I called...
That night, Jill arrived home later than usual as one of her daughters remembered a last minute project that called for posterboards and other arts and craft items. Obviously most of the students in the area had similar assignments as the school supplies shelves in most stores were bare and it wasn't until the 6th store that she finished finding the requisit...
------------------------------------------------- This is my first attempt at writing something from a man's point of view. It has been harder than I thought! -------------------------------------------------- Black cock. Every girl talks about it, some more openly than others. Many twitter about it amongst themselves, and some display their wanton lust f...
Funny, every other time she had 69'ed with a lover, she couldn't wait to move off of him. Even with her husband she was quick to end the connection. Not that it happened between them recently. Actually, she couldn't quite remember the last time she and Scott had 69'ed. She missed it; missed the intensity and raw need of the act, and relished in the moment wi...
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Edward sat at his computer screen, staring at his monitor until his eyes started to close from exhaustion. Every once in a while, he would get so horny, so desperate to experience his fantasy he would stay up all night just stroking himself and looking at porn, desperate to feel . . . it. He had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that he was never goi...
This is a continuation of the story "My Friend's Freaky Sister" I woke up in the morning to Rachana jumping into Kelvin's bed. She lay next to me and whispered something about her mom leaving for work. Her telling this reminded me of the fact today was Friday. While today wouldn't be my last day here, it was my last full day here, since I was leaving for an...
Preface: To summarize the recent facts of my life, as of June 2001: I was living in a committed relationship with my partner Sylvie, whom you may have met in my previous Courtship stories. I was 4 months pregnant by Sylvie's brother Phillipe. We had spent a week in Lyon at a family wedding, and then had driven to Paris for a vacation stay. Sylvie an...
"Farah? Where are you going?" My mother looked up from the earthen pot she was making while I donned my leather armor. I drew my machete, inspected its blade by the firelight and sheathed it, satisfied. "I'm going into the caves," I told her. "Haundi went in there two days ago, and no one has seen her. I'm going to find her." "You shouldn't do that," said...
Written specially for publication on Literotica, this short story takes us out of the present and into the past. I hope you enjoy it. Please note, however, that if you don't like stories involving bodily functions it's probably not for you. Anne settled on the grass of Appleyard's Top Acre field. It was April 1982 and, home from uni for Easter, she was...