My Wife Abby has an insatiable sex drive, from our first date to our wedding and through our first year of marriage to today I can't recall a day where she hasn't tried it on with me at least once. I met Abby after work drinks in a bar. I'd gone out for drinks with a colleague from work and Abby was friends with a girl he was dating at the time. I vividly r...
Julie's sex life was non-existent, unless fantasy and masturbation counted. She had married the only man she had ever had sex with. He was sexually dysfunctional, had a problem with premature ejaculation, amongst other things. This caused him to orgasm before he was completely hard, sometimes before he even got it out of his pants. She was left frustrated mo...
General Gordon was a tall, muscular man with an astonishing military record behind him. He'd fought proudly for the USA in a number of territories, and had only recently been in charge of a couple of vital missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. Now he was back on American soil, but only for half a year. Already he had been given the details of his next mission...
A new country, a new life and new friends. "Hi," I stood up to introduce myself, "my name is Alice and I'm 19 years old." My turn was up and I took my seat, looking around I noticed there were only 4 males in my class. College life was definitely weird, but thankfully I wasn't the only dark skinned person in the class. Like I said before my name is Alice,...
I would like to acknowledge two Lit.com members. Ms 13 (she knows which 13 she is) for, early on, appreciated comments and advice on writing style. I am also very grateful to dianaprince_73 for much needed corrections to the story and for encouragement. I thank you both...*s* * Before the Pill... It was 1962. We were 22 years old, in love and curious...
In quaint. Quaint is quiet little village in rural England. The kind of place that time ahs forgotten about but the tourists haven't yet heard of. They played cricket on the village green, in summer, drank locally brewed real ale in pub, ducks got fat on the bread thrown to them on the village pond, dutifully raising clutches of ducklings to amuse the vill...
With this story, I am going to begin a new form of storytelling. This story is open-ended -- that is to say, it will continue as I have new tales to tell and end when it ends. I hope you enjoy this first installment and will look forward to further adventures as I write them. The sunlight streamed into the bedroom of the Chateau, signaling the start of a n...
Sure I fancied Sandilo. What woman wouldn't? He was tall, handsome, charming, courteous. He danced beautifully. He spoke with the cutest accent in a dark velvet voice that went with those wicked brown eyes of his. Powder room chat had it that he knew how to use his well endowed kit. He'd have been about 30 or so. I'd had several dances with him that holiday...
This is a work of fiction very, very loosely based on a few facts. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * When I was 21, I was sent to a country town to help out at the branch while a guy was on holidays, and I had been booked in at the old local pub, which only had rooms on the first floor, along with communal toilets an...
I meet you, as arranged, at a secluded table in the hotel bar. You sit there wearing an outfit designed to tease and please me: a red leather miniskirt, a white silk blouse, and red leather pumps – “fuck me pumps”, you like to call them – with 5-inch heels. The white silk of the blouse almost glows luminously against the tan of your smooth skin, and your nip...