It was 11pm at the nondescript motel just off the freeway, somewhere near Fresno. The room was almost pitch black, with two tired queen-sized beds separated by a night stand. We laid there and listened to his 13-year-old daughter in the next bed as she tossed and turned her way to sleep. The air conditioner fought the August heat outside with alternating per...
12 Months Later - The Conclusion Chapter Six: All Aboard...The Anal Express! With thanks to kristindixon79. Her experience inspired this chapter. Her first-hand account can be found on literotica here at: https://www.literotica.com/s/adventure-with-a-couple. In Chapter One, Kelly and Celia were blindfolded and gagged separately, and strapped to each othe...
*Death is inevitable; no one can force it upon you or save you from it* (My editor Frontma takes my ramblings and forges them into something that makes sense, so thanks) (This one picks up soon after the previous chapter ends) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * * * * * (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twent...
Spence peered between his legs at dangling boobs, rows of dangling boobs. His down dog yoga stance had him looking backward at his nude yoga session mates on the pool deck of the Total Woman Excursions resort facility. His own hanging appendage read '6 o'clock'. The instructor directed that the practitioners move to an up dog pose and then stand. Spence lost...
I can't believe I told him yes... He's going to take my anal virginity! My mind is reeling, my pussy soaked and throbbing, as the much-older man I've been chatting and fantasizing with online, gets ready to make another fantasy come true. He strokes three fingers in and out of my ass, twisting them, stretching my tight backdoor, still pinning me to his che...
Seated comfortably on the terrace of an angelic hall, Sierra touched and played with a few of the soft, fluffy feathers near the top of her wings. Each feather felt like the most luscious Egyptian silk gently sliding through her fingers. She paid attention to her feathers, as they were an important part of her, and each was a delicate embodiment of her feeli...
This story is pure fantasy for now, but the people involved are real and their names have been changed. My wife Grace and I have been swinging for about a year now. We have had several experiences with a male friend of mine. Some of you may have read about those adventures already. We have also had one experience with another couple. We are constantly on th...
We're laying in bed. He's laying on his back and my head is on his chest, and he's stroking my cheek ever so softly. We're watching a movie, but I am barely aware of it, enjoying the gentle, tender touch of his fingers brushing my cheek lightly. I am stirred deep inside, emotionally first, thinking how amazing he is, how lucky I am, how good it feels to be h...
All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen. *** Toby King walked up to his front door and stuck his key in the lock, but the door wasn't locked. His mom had left for Utah the night before, and he knew he'd locked it when he left for school. He entered the house slowly and looked around. Nothing was missing, so he headed upstairs. E...