Nita had experienced a life-changing event while attending the First Annual Literotica Convention with her husband, Adam. Not only had the up-until-now shy, introverted, old-fashioned and somewhat prudish young black wife discovered that she actually did enjoy exposing herself; but she was beginning to strongly suspect OTHER things about herself, as well....
excerpt from Chapter 6: Harriett mewls and groans as she is deeply, relentlessly impaled; the initial discomfort of the penetration is now mostly diminished, replaced by a lewd type of pleasure as the wide rubber shaft fills the innermost recesses of the submissive brunette's most private place. Harriett's passage is well lubricated now, and as the head...
She was not beautiful. At 5'6", she was tall with long and shapely arms and legs capped by well-formed hands and feet. Her large eyes beamed a lovely shade of blue most of the time, tending toward hazel when sexually aroused. Her long, thick tresses caressed her shoulders with cascades of blonde waves. Her magnificent breasts universally inspired envy in wom...
I hate working second shift. Normally I try to avoid it, but due to a lay off, I had been forced to take a job working in a convenience store on that dreaded shift. It had been a long eight hours, having to deal with the low-lifes who frequented this particular store. It was in a bad neighborhood and I was constantly having to deal with shoplifters, and peop...
My wife Trina and I, Dick, dated in high school from ninth grade on and had a great relationship. Well, great except she had a thing for my older brother, Ed. They met when she came to our house for a summer picnic. When I introduced them, I noticed both seemed taken by the other and figured I would have to stay on my toes. You see, Ed was two years older th...
Preface This past spring, as the snow was melting and the squirrels were fucking (do squirrels fuck in springtime?), Truthful Ted (from my previous story) and I somehow began texting again. After the requisite "how've you been the past two years?", I shared my latest lament about men -- the boring accountant (he's not even getting a name) I'd been on half...
Beth was sitting at the kitchen table as I came through the garden door. I had laid the table for her favourite breakfast, pain-au-chocolat with hot chocolate to drink, a feast of chocolate. I had been out in the garden looking for some flowers to put on the table, and had struck lucky. The rose bush that her parents had given us for our wedding anniversary...
Once again, I took Randi's invitational theme "Sharing is Caring" a little too literally. This story is in two parts -- the first much, much darker than the second. However, without the first part, the second doesn't make much sense, so please, bear with it. Very grateful for her editing assistance. Part 1 -- Something happened on the way to Heaven. There...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is...
This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or institutions is coincidence. * CHAPTER ONE Nineteen fifty seven was not a particularly notable year for the world, or for the inhabitants of the United Kingdom. Of course there were quite a few people who would look back and say. "That was a good year, a very good year." But for man...