*The teen character appearing in this story is eighteen years of age. * Authors Notes: This story is a direct sequel to the BAD M.I.L.F series; perhaps you should read that set of stories before this entry. I'd like to thank all my fans and others who have read and commented on my stories. ***** The toll taken on my body finally caught up with me as my kn...
When I awoke the next day I was still sore between my thighs. I was bruised and tender, but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. I went to work after all, and let my aching thighs serve as reminder of Mike's dominating size and an anticipation of what he may do to me next. I had agreed to be his personal call girl for two weeks, with no dirty kink off limits. I...
Mariam stood in the half light of early morning looking out over the garden wall of her villa to the buff coloured, dusty track beyond. She had found this villa two years ago and had fallen in love with its tranquillity and seclusion. Following the divorce she had had money and time on her hands and had flown out to Phallos to regroup and rebuild her shatter...
One of my readers requested adding pictures of the new characters, but this is not allowed by Literotica. When a new character is introduced, I will put in parenthesis the character's real name so you can look them up on the internet. ***** Early Sunday Morning, Kate (Stana Katic) and Rick (Nathan Fillion) were in bed, their arms and legs wrapped around on...
Like all of us, college senior Jackson has fantasies. Lately, all of his are about his philosophy professor. But Jackson has stumbled upon a peculiar way to go a little deeper into his fantasies. Maybe too deep. As he drifts further and further from reality, he is pushed toward a dangerous choice: Does he want the girl of his dreams, or the uncomfortable tru...
Seventeen "Jarl. There is something I need to know," Mirja said sitting down at the edge of the bed. Jarl turned over towards her. The exhaustion was written on his face. She sighed. They couldn't keep draining him like this. "What?" he said gruffly. Mirja ran her hand over his cheek smiling down at him which made him look a little less angry. "Did the...
Days Twenty-One to Twenty-Four The days began to resemble one another, each as monotonous as the one before and the one to come. Slopping-out; breakfast; shaving inspection; using the bucket; lunch; dinner; shaving; lights-out: all these punctuated by short periods of daily exercise, and long periods of lying down, dozing, rubbing, filing my nails to the qu...
Well, maybe if I put the chord in second inversion, it then... no, wait, that'll screw up the phrasing in the basses... okay, but then I can just raise their harmony by a fifth here, but... no, damnit! Screw it, I'm getting nowhere. Move on to something else. And with that, another twelve bars of Calvin's Sonata for Sahndra were reduced to empty staves. Her...
"I know I'm a wicked girl. You may have to tie me up and punish me sometime to give me what I deserve." My cock swelled with a rush of hot blood. I gently kissed the top of her head. "I would be happy to help you confess and relieve the burden of your wickedness, Lauren. Give me a week or two to set up the appropriate experience." I must have said the ri...
"Disgusting!" exclaimed Miriam Hancock lightly as she examined the photographs Emma Twist handed her. It had taken Hardwick most of the day to produce the prints, but they were well worth waiting for. The headmistress went through them as if shuffling cards, and having glimpsed each one viewed them a second time, more slowly and with greater concentration. "...