Some people might've minded the noise, but Michael actually preferred to do his classwork at the campus cafe. There were alternatives, of course. Most of the other TAs seemed to congregate in the library when they had tests to grade. To Michael, though, there was something pleasantly calming about the chatter around him in the cafe. And, well, he couldn't ge...
I once worked for a guy who, whenever miscommunication led to a business misunderstanding, always used to remark: "This is how wars get started." The miscommunication between my wife and me that Friday did not lead to war, but it did have a radical and lasting effect on the lives, and in particular the sex lives, of three people: myself, my wife Cheri and o...
***Disclaimer*** This is fiction, and pure fiction. Please do not take this as my or anyones real life. It is to be enjoyed as a fantasy story. If you cannot do so, then you may want to move on. The first part contained a minor watersport scene, but this one does not. I only include activities that fit the current situation in my stories. The watersports sc...
My pathetic, semi-erect, four inch cock dribbled the last of my orgasm onto the bed sheets as I knelt on all fours. My wife rolled off the bed laughing. "I've just got to get a picture of this!" She squealed, getting the digital camera off the dresser. I must've looked quite a site kneeling there in that state with a pair of her pantyhose on, with a cyber...
"Tyrone, get that for me will ya? Thank you honey." Ophelia grabbed the lavender chiffon scarf that Tyrone curve balled at her, and draped it round her shoulders, gazing at herself in the mirror, tugging it in various directions, each fussy pinch, pull and pluck to enhance a cleavage that already appeared to be buoying gratuitously out of her blouse like sep...
Eleanor closed her eyes, trying to strain against the hurt. She heard the swish of the loop of baling wire in Adam's hard hand, and searing pain, a burning line of it crossed her soft, plump buttocks. Eleanor had to stay still. Otherwise Adam might bind her hands and feet with rope, as he thought she was a bit of a "Squirmer". But she'd been trained to lie...
Hey guys this one is out of my normal genre and there really isn't any sex involved. Part 2 of 'How to fill an Empty Nest' is almost finished and should be up in a week I dedicate this story to a missing in action author here on Literotica whom I know I miss greatly. I have tried emailing both of the authors that have started this story for a couple of mont...
Privately, I call her ‘Little Miss Sulky’. Tara, my wife’s daughter from her first marriage is a mass of seething teenage hormones and temper tantrums wrapped up in a nicely curved-in-all-the-right-places, curly-blonde-headed package. She is an fairly ordinary, nice looking kid…no that’s not right, emerging young woman…or rather, she would be without the con...
Following their assault on Paula we hadn't stayed for longer than it took to consume a single post workout beer and given the heat and the intensity of the workout that didn't take long. A month had passed. The four had been well behaved since taking advantage of Paula. It was a blazing hot day, perfect for spending drinking beer. Mark invited us to stay l...
On request by an anonymous Literotica user. This message contains feedback for: This feedback was sent by: Anonymous Comments: Hi, i have read alot of mamono stories. I notice they usually come in 2 flavors. 1. romantic (guy fall in love with monstergirl) 2. femdom (human get defeat, capture, enslave, raped by mostergirls) it can become loving femdom...