"Happy," he asks? "Very happy, but not completely satisfied yet. Go slowly this time and leave my clit, alone it is very tender," she says as she slides back onto his face. Joel takes his time, kissing and licking Anna's sweet, wet pussy everywhere but on her clit. He can no longer taste his own cum, but the thought of it is still on his mind; he feels h...
At the Summit - Part Twelve ------------------------------------------------- by Richard Williams Copyright 2005, All rights reserved ------------------------------------------------- Contributed by Richard Williams for the enjoyment of Literotica's readers. This fictional story is copyrighted and may only be used for your personal pleasure. It may not...
"You know, it has been a while. She might not even be dating the guitar player anymore." I loved that Sherrie was on a mission to hook up with this girl she met the last time we went to see the band Tad Banjo, but I didn't want her to get her hopes up and then for it to fall through. "Oh, she'll be there," she said, applying her subtle makeup to highlight h...
They say to be careful what you wish for because you may just get it. For many a woman, the "rape fantasy" or being taken by a mysterious stranger adds an air of mystery, an element of unpredictability, and that rare "spice" of excitement that are so often missing in her life. Although her fantasy is seldom as violent or painful as the real crime, the woma...
All characters in this story are over 18. This story includes elements of gore, horror, supernatural, and very un-vanilla sex. Before reading this story remember that this is a work of fiction that in no way reflects the author's feelings on abuse. The characters in this particular chapter are willing consensual partners. However, future chapters contain N...
Note: This story is kind of a follow-up to the story called "Roxanne." #### So, there I was a 100+ miles from my home town in 15 degree weather dumped unceremoniously at a truck stop in rural Iowa. I had less than 16 bucks in my pocket, a single change of clothes and a jacket that wasn't nearly up to the task of battling the elements. It was rapidly appro...
The following story is a standalone short featuring the characters from the Leader of the Pack series. It is intended to be a snippet of an important event that occurred between the storyline in the first series and what will be the second. It is intended that each story be capable of being read without having read the rest of the series. But if you haven'...
CHAPTER 1 On the eve of his thirty-second birthday Ginger Jones gave up his job as a steakhouse chef, sick of kitchen smells and working shifts and being bawled out by diners who believed coarse-ground peppercorns on their rare peppered steak were rodent droppings. Redheaded Michael, who'd been called Ginger from the time he entered Junior High, had purch...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
The smile on Needlepin's freckled face widened slowly until it became a grin, her fingers curling into the tousled mane of raven hair that bobbed between her thighs. "Mo! That feels amazing!" she said dreamily, her eyelids fluttering. "I told you it would," came the muffled reply from her crotch. Needlepin closed her eyes and pressed her head deeper into...