The day dawned wet and rainy. Their mingled moans still echoed in the room, the smell of their bodies together permeating the stale air. They had spent the day in each other's arms, forsaking spouses, carefully crafted identities, even the jobs they told people they loved. It started innocently, she was outside a bar, having a smoke, relaxing a bit before...
Background, I am a 38 year old high school teacher. I've been teaching for about 15 years. In that time I've had sex with a number of my former students. I have been married during most of that time. This takes place 2 years ago. It was a summer evening. I was working out at the gym. I was on the treadmill. On the treadmill next to me is a cute brunette wit...
By Jonathan Quincy Graves {Note: This is the fifth in a multi-part story series describing the evolving relationship of a woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning, go to: Erin Ch. 01 - Female led Relationship. JQGraves} ******** I have to laug...
It had been a brutal year. No... I'm not using that figuratively. I'm not trying to gain empathy with hyperbole. It was, literally, a brutal year. (Can you tell I'm an English teacher?) Something was in the water and I'd stopped more fights (physical, verbal, you name it) than I cared to count, winding up with a food-throwing free-for-all on the last day (wh...
For the past four years Whit and I have held our annual Holiday dinner with our close group of friends. Trevor and his wife Lilah, Trenton and his wife Aly, and Whit and myself. Trevor, Trenton, and Whit grew up together and have worked together for a few years at Holly's local police department. Having husbands that grew up together and are just as close...
Writer's Note: Although this chapter contains sex and sexual things, the scale tips far more towards plot than previous installments. As such, the sex is...well, I'll let you judge for yourself. But please do keep in mind that this is being done with a purpose. Greg closed his eyes and thrust into his wife, Gina. She ran her hands over his arms, his ches...
We're sitting at a table in a nondescript hotel room, on a nondescript night, and we're wearing nondescript clothes. Our nondescript client sighs, nondescriptly, and says: "I only pay for one whore," in a very descript way. I bite my lip. I'm somewhat offended, but I roll with it. "I'm not an escort," I say, looking at the bourbon in my glass instead of...
I have seen many reviews here at Literotica for the "triple X" rated films, but I also think that there are mainstream films only rated R that tell an intensely erotic or sexual story without the graphic sex. In this case, although the sexuality is expressed more in the acting, dialogue and settings than in the visual images, I think most readers here will f...
[- Anais -] Vanessa opens a set of double doors for me, and the chatter in the room hushes. I smile and apologize for our tardiness as I walk toward the private room. As I open the door, I remind the guests that Vanessa has the order of when each guest will participate. There is loud shuffling as I close the door. I completely undress and stack pillows on...
Nichol gripped the wheel until her knuckles were white. She was on her way home, having to leave work early because her coworker Misty had screwed up the computers. She was so mad. Misty was always screwing things up at the office and this was gonna cause her to have to work late tomorrow to catch up. Even though the time off would give her time to spend wit...