We join Irene and Sue at Sue's kitchen table as they sit drinking coffee and dishing the neighborhood dirt of the day. "I swear Suze my husband is turning into a bona fide pervert and the more things I let him do to me, the more he wants. I thought sucking his little weasel dick was disgusting, now he wants to put that miserable piece of manhood in my rear...
This is the sequel to "Night with Mr. Morgan". * "Mmmmm," Chris sighed as he buried his nose in my hair. "You smell like... I don't know... orchids," he uttered as he pulled me closer to him. I lay basking in the afterglow of another round of our lovemaking as he slowly began to kiss my neck. I arched my back into him and settled in, loving the feel of his...
Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica. Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. Chapter 6: Cleansing Walking toward the town of Upper Roding, Charlotte practised her control over her aura. She wanted to tame Louise's cat but could only imagine that happening when she could catch the beast unguarded. B...
I hope to have this series out and continued in a more timely manner. xxx... Victoria ***** Clickity-click, click, click, clickety-click, click, click... zzzzzzip! I just entered my private office, sitting down at my desk, and crossed my stocking-clad legs. A quick check of my hair and face in the mirror located in my top desk drawer... mmm, perfect!... a...
There was no alcohol involved. We'd only been drinking coffee. I don't know whether that makes it better or worse, but it's the truth. This time, at least, I can't blame the experience on too much wine. It was early evening – around six o'clock – and I was just closing up shop at my little accounting firm. My wife Jenny had just stumbled in, and she was hel...
I'm sure every sexually active person has at least one, maybe ever more, memorable sexual encounters. I have two or three encounters that always come to the forefront of my memory. I'll let you be the judge as to whether one of these is worthy of being called memorable or not. Joan is one of these encounters. She is a petite, sexy hairdresser that is both m...
Another quick one while I work on some longer pieces. Sometimes you just need to write a story and actually finish it, you know? This is another of my stories that are heavy on the dialogue. If you don't care for that style consider yourself warned. I'm aware that this isn't an original premise but having read quite a few stories here I can't cite an indiv...
It was quite like any other business day in the summer, and I was out of office on a field trip hunting for a new supplier as our company was tired of the hassles in working with our old furniture supplier. I had been to several suppliers already by the time I met Sable, and none of them had what her company seemed capable of delivering, nor the service faci...
Jodi was well aware that her lover wasn't back at his pad -- she'd called him nearly an hour ago wanting to know where he was. She said she had a surprise for him, though she'd rather show it to him in person than reveal what it's about on the phone. He'd persisted, asking her to tell him, but she'd avoided doing such, simply telling him to stop by her place...
I felt like a slut. I felt dirty. In a way I almost felt used. I wasn't bored though, and wasn't that the point? I actually was enjoying my afternoon for a change. My husband, Sean, would be mortified but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. I had placed a personal ad on that website. The one you use to sell a crappy car or announce a yard sale. I had l...