The next morning we continued our work and Jackson began to relay the second part to this latest story ... "Saturday morning Rose met Jennifer at the Tea Room at 10:00 as arranged. They had a cup of breakfast tea and a scone before heading east out of town. They stopped at an antique store, a produce stand, and found a nice little café for lunch. They chat...
This is a slutwife story, so if you're not into that please confine your comments to writing style, grammar, development, etc. ********* One of Christie's nursing students that had graduated the past semester was going to get married, and had asked Christie to be in the wedding party. Flattered, she'd agreed. On the day of the bachelorette party, Christi...
James Kane was my best friend. We had known each other from middle school all the way into our adult years—we had graduated high school together, attended each other's college graduations, and when he got married, I was the best man at his wedding. So on November second, at one in the morning, when I got the call that he had been murdered in his home, and th...
The old tavern stinks. It stinks of spilled ale, the unwashed bodies of various races, wet wool and rust. The rust smell comes from my own chainmail and it was growing overpowering. Not that I would dare remove the armor, not in this place. Not that I was afraid of this place. No this was, in a way, almost home. I just didn't trust some of my sword brothers...
For the hundredth time, I told my husband, Terry, I wouldn't fuck another man and that was that! He had been pestering me for months because he thought it would be great to watch me being fucked by another man - after all his friends had told him it was the absolute best so he wanted me to try it. I am a very private person - Jessica is my name. I have rece...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * I felt a little less faint after I had finished some chicken soup. The sounds of the pool party continued as I returned to the sofa and tuned into a mindless program on television. Clutching my small pillow, I tried desperately to drown out the sounds of this gathering. It se...
This is a story I originally posted prematurely. Something wasn't right about it and the readers of Literotica responded accordingly. Thankfully, Pepe Leon offered to collaborate on the story and this is the result. We both hope you enjoy it! * "Darling......" Moree said. Peter didn't hear his young wife. He was staring straight ahead; his eyes glossed o...
Imogene auditions for the bridge club, or Modeling Lessons The timing of Archie's arrival could not have been less fortunate for Imogene. She was tottering on the verge of intoxication, and the cogent half of her brain was still lingering in the stacks sucking on Billy's thundering erection. Her memories and Nancy's stroking of her thigh had conspired to qu...
After watching that video, I became depressed. Returning the thumb drive carefully the way I found it, I locked the storage cabinet, and put the key back in its proper place. Still excited and aroused, I had to leave for work. The sensation and the image of my wife being fucked in the ass stayed with me. After the shock of seeing my wife under the control o...
"I'm just saying, he's too old for my baby," Cecile stated, staring at her best friend, Angela. "Anastacia is not a baby. She's 21, for Christ's sake. And so what if he's a few years older than her. A mature man can help her..." "Can take advantage of her.... All my baby knows is sports and her school work. She's not into men like that. He's going to hur...