Editing and creative input by Literotica member, Smoothed. This is a story that contains scenes involving group sex, a cheating wife, and anal sex. If this content is objectionable to you, please find a story more to your liking. ***** Gary was seated, staring at his wife's ass a few feet away. He marveled at her long legs and shapely butt, mostly expose...
"Hello, Mistress Soleil speaking," came the sultry female voice on the other line, and Andy Pierre smiled, not believing his luck. The big and tall young Black man lay on his bed, inside his residence on the Carleton University campus. It was a frosty November evening in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, but things were about to get steamy for a certain brother.....
Bonnie had changed to her sleepwear – white T-shirt and blue shorts, and came into the spare room with a pile of blankets for her brother. “Goodnight.” She said with a knowing smile. She leaned forward and kissed him. Their kissed lingered a little, and he pulled her upper lip outward slightly. She went to bed where her boyfriend lay, Jeff went to the livi...
‘Just a little bit,’ he said pleadingly, ‘please, just a little bit.’ He rubbed her pussy and in a few minutes, she started trembling, then thrashing and finally wildly slamming against Martin’s fingers, which never left their place between her legs. ‘Will you?’ he asked, ‘Will you, please?’ and finally, as she was cumming she screamed, ‘YES, oh YES, I will,...
* * * * * For the past few years I have thought about many things that I had once considered taboo. I had just turned 18, a few weeks before, when I started being able to focus on the thoughts that would sometimes keep me up at night. I had lived a very sheltered life, going to a private school, and relying on my parents for almost everything. I had a few...
The levels of wickedness I am discovering within myself nowadays astound even me, and that's really saying something. My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor, a 29-year-old Haitian woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I've lived here for some time, having moved there from my hometown of Jacmel, southern Haiti, in the 1990s. These days, life is alri...
Trying her best to be still, she knelt by the door waiting for Him to arrive. she had been so good this week, and He had called earlier to tell her he was bringing home a surprise today. she heard His key in the lock and her heart jumped, but she did not move. The door opened and Owen stepped inside, smiling at the sight that greeted him. gwen knelt, forehea...
My country was finally in a time of peace and tranquility. At just twenty years of age I had already named me as my father's most trusted advisor due my role in the Autumn-time War. This role spared me from an arranged marriage to a Prince in another kingdom; I was far more useful in the Throne room advising the King. Farmers who had taken up arms returned...
68. The dresses are here. On the fifteenth of August, Dycke received a phone call, from U.S. Customs, to advise him that six very large boxes had arrived from Paris, and were waiting to be picked up. The boxes were inspected and approved and all customs duties had been prepaid. Dycke asked the agent, "Would they happen to be dresses?" The officer said, "Y...
Copyright © 2017 by Richard Gerald dtverson, a good friend, recently wrote a story using the play "Tea and Sympathy" by Robert Anderson as a backdrop. I have never seen the Deborah Kerr film, but I have read the play and seen it perform on stage. Something has always bothered me about the Anderson play. The main character engages in adultery with if not a...