Lisa was my wife, friend, lover for four too short years. Dead two and a half times the length of our marriage, she lies under an ancient oak tree's sprawling canopy in Overland Park, a relatively new, yet unfilled cemetery on the north side of the small berg I live in. On this May 18th, as I do every May 18th, I called on Lisa, the mother of our born dead...
Aruna sighed, tossing in her bed unable to settle down for the night. She regretted having fucked her Uncle Sudhir. But her reasons were different from what one might have imagined. Aruna had only recently got married. She and her husband Gopi were both fairly young; she 22 and he was just 25. Gopi was inexperienced but had all the passion and desire that...
A tale of woe told in two chapters. Note: there is no sex in this story. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me. I also thank of my friends, who write to encourage and help me to continue writing and posting, these demented ravings of mine. Your emails are always g...
Author's note: This story is a pure work of fiction, all characters and events in the tale are imaginary and fictitious. Although, human imagination is also influenced by various external stimuli. In case of author, someone has always served as poetical inspiration to imagine, fantasize, think and write. So, this story is again dedicated to — heart unfold li...
A special thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his editing and exceptional creative input. The Tailor is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. If this content is not to your liking, please find a story more suitable to your tastes. ***** "Hi, I need to get a brides...
The turtle was no more than twenty feet away. My wife of eighteen days had seen it first, and had surfaced to wave at me and point to down and to her right. Whatever she was pointing it, she looked excited, so it had to be worth a look. I took a deep breath through my snorkel tube and ducked my head below the surface, scanning the clear blue water for what h...
dipti boudi is also my didi. and there's nothing mysterious about it. diptidi grew up in our locality, just like any other middle class bengali girl, and did what they are supposed to do in the late-90's. college, coaching classes, and a little bit of line drawing ( line mara ). the typical MCB woman was afraid to test her skills in nude sketches, coz she...
I didn't believe in fairy tales, in charming princes rescuing damsels in distress from unfortunate circumstances. I have never been that naïve. I also had trouble believing that there is good in the world, until somebody sent me an angel to save me. My name is Aradhana Christina Sharif, and I came into the world on February 4, 1989. I was born in the City of...
Ramesh woke up, but his wife wasn't in bed. Like a good wife, she had gotten up early, taken a shower, gotten dressed, put her jewelry on, and begun to cook. Ramesh went downstairs and saw his beautiful wife in a saree, with her ass jiggling in every direction. This made him erect, so he went behind her and began to grind on her ass. "Oh, I didn't know you...
From an idea by Dalhia57 Rohini woke up in an unknown bedroom. Mukherjee wasn't near her and apparently, he hadn't slept on her side. She understood him : there was dried cum on her thighs, on her face and between her buttocks. She had taken showers between fucks during the previous night romps with paying customers but they had filled her holes quite deepl...