This is my first submission to Literotica. I have a thing for the American South, so I decided to set my story in Boone, Mississippi. It's a purely fictitious, small southern town. Thanks for reading, and I hope you all enjoy! ***** Boone, Mississippi. 1976. September Ginny woke in the middle of the night to the restless song of crickets outside. She shi...
The good news is my wife is from the Philippines. The bad news is my wife is from the Philippines. Because, in addition to my wife, I LOVE prostitutes. Just read my other stories on this site--they're all about hookers one way or another. Despite (in my opinion) that the best place for prostitution in the whole wide world is the Philippines, because of my w...
Alice wasn't sure what to do, she felt she was torn between two relationships. She had her relationship with Todd and Amy, which she loved. She also had been seeing Sarah without letting Todd and Amy know. Alice had, by chance, happened to bump into Sarah on her way to class. Sarah, while gathering her things, slid her hand under Alice's skirt and touched he...
ONE "Hi hon," Sophie says as she slips into the passenger's seat, brown curls flashing in the late afternoon sun. I watch her settle herself in - God, she was so sexy in her navy pin-stripe business suit. "Hey girl." I lean over and give her a peck on the cheek and she smiles as she pulls away, eyes dancing, and fastens her seatbelt. As I ease away from he...
Author's Note: So here we are again. I thought that I might have more to this story, and now there certainly is. When we last left off our unnamed protagonist had enjoyed some late morning delight with the chubby Goth girl who worked behind the counter at music store in the mall. He did get the girl, but found himself desiring something that she wasn't quite...
Tinberly sat on the edge of the fountain, swinging her legs idly as she watched the crowd go by and chatted with her best friend. Lissica was her own age, eighteen years old, and they'd grown up together, only a few streets apart. They had a lot in common, both having lost a father; in Lissica's case a southern merchant who simply never returned home one day...
Lindsay needed money. Badly . As much as she could lay her hands on, because College was so fucking expensive. Her Mom made an okay living, but her books, rent, food and party money were emptying her bank account, and fast. She wanted her social life at College to be as memorable as her studies in art. The tall, tanned blonde co-ed had been happy to get aw...
Fantasies Revisited - 1. The Study With thanks to Jem, my editor ;o) -------------------------------------------------- “Jenny Jones. Come in here.” The girl took a deep breath and opened the door of her headmasters study gingerly. She wanted to be defiant, as she would have been if this interview were with any of her form teachers, but Mr Wilson was dif...
Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years or older, and all names are ficticious. This is a continuation series. Debbie Ross was sitting on her bed, writing in her diary about the events of the previous night. She wanted to keep those memories, and hoped to add new ones to the lusty events at Mr. Collin's home. Her thoughts were interr...
Orin watched them bring her in, her gate strong and angular as if she were use to flying rather than walking. She wore a fitted garment of every shade of blue imaginable from the darkest night to the brightest sky. It flared at her hips falling to the floor in a peacock type fashion. Orin knew that her master called her Lady Bird, and that he took delighted...