Well, there we were, ready to consummate our afternoon together. We were both naked and breathing hard. I knew she was ready - the ease with which I had been sliding my middle finger in and out of her pussy attested to her wetness and her willingness. I was eager to explore her with my cock the way I had been doing with my finger. Her contours were new to me...
This is my first story. This is merely a fantasy, nothing more. Names have been changed. * My wife and I were married young. She was my first love, and the first woman I had been with. I was so taken with her during my high school years I did not bother with other girls -- they didn't seem to match her class. So when we got together, she was my first. Now...
Quick Erotica Sex Ed Everyone who reads these fantasies needs to understand that the majority of people have actually acted out some of their fantasies. My belief is a fantasy is just that, something that excites the mind increasing the pleasure of the sensual experience with your partner, lover or mate. Most are taboo and that is what makes them so excit...
"You don't own me", Marie yells. "You might command those lickspittles at work but you will never command over me. I am not your servant and i will never be, stop telling me what i should do." "I told you to stop fucking these stupid bastard", you yell back, "that has nothing to do with owning you. You are my wife, Marie, w...
Emma and I were now fucking on a regular basis. Late nights, weekends, mostly in my office but also in my car and occasionally in a hotel room since neither of us could go home. Eventually my wife had to go to Los Angeles for a week for work -- she's a marketing consultant and a very high priced and in demand one at that. I decided to have Emma over for a ni...
May came and left quickly with the change of the weather. The sun grew stronger daily, and Sara's punishment less severe. The routine was pretty much the same. Sara still wore her chastity belt every day with the exceptions of about an hour in the morning and a few hours in the evening. In the mornings, like clockwork, Sara would meet Rick at the doorway as...
If you are reading DanielQSteele1's stories, and since you are interested in this essay, you ARE, then know that there are no happy endings in his stories. Not in the way the average reader will recognize. I have read all of his stories on Literotica so far (and am following When We Were Married, the on-going story), and there is one characteristic, one defi...
As both a writer and a reader of erotic stories I have watched the arguments rage back and forth at the stories, at the public comments, on the bulletin boards and in emails. When a spouse strays, when should forgiveness be offered and when should it be withheld? Its pretty easy to make one general observation. No matter what how any given story handles the...
I am taking Ahazura up on his offer to allow me to write an alternate ending to the first part of this story that he posted. I applaud his generosity and courage in letting other authors collaborate with him on this story. My ending is only the next chapter in what would have to be a longer story of either reconciliation or the dissolution of the marriage....
The bar had become quite crowded since we'd been there and I couldn't find Kim at first. I called her phone but it went to voicemail. As I looked at my phone I noticed a text from my husband Scott. "How's your evening darling?" He wrote. "I hope you're behaving yourself!" With a winky face to accompany it. I started to feel really guilty and ashamed at wh...