She could remember every step they took together. The first kiss, the first touches, the first time he slipped his hand under her shirt. His tentative fingers, moving haltingly at first. Then, after feeling the heat of her skin, he was emboldened. He went right for the front clasp of her bra, deftly flicking it aside. If she tried, she could still remember t...
Day 6: The Last Night By the time I finally made it back to my hotel room, after saying goodbye to Kathy and Al, Lyndse and Beth were ready to go out to dinner. I quickly showered, and threw on a tiny black skirt with no panties or bra. After eating, we went to a club called El Abebrije, the mystery. It was our last night in Cancun, and we wanted it to be t...
I was enjoying, if that's what one can call it, another ritualistic Saturday morning. My coffee cup was filled with Starbucks, a donut rested on a napkin on my kitchen table, Sportscenter played in the background and I was thumbing through the local alternative paper much too early for a late 20's, healthy and virile male that should have be sleeping soundly...
Katrina waded into the stream, throwing her silvery blonde hair back and loosening her corset. The thing does wonders for my bust line, but it's so uncomfortable. She shed the corset, tossing it to the bank. Next she freed herself of the rest of dress, and threw it aside. It had grown incredibly heavy in the water. Now wearing only her under dress, Katr...
Because of our lifestyles now it is difficult to find a mate you'd really like to get more acquainted with. I guess that's what all the chat rooms are all about and no doubt they fill a need for so many lonely people searching for happiness. Fortunately I have never been in that position, and just as it seemed I was lacking of a real close and intimate par...
I returned home from work to find My slave kneeling just inside the doorway, wearing only her favorite collar with the cascading chains brushing her breasts as she moved. It was always a wonderful way to return from a long day at work, or particularly from the occasional business trip. But this day, I could tell, was special. Her smile announced a surprise....
As you had asked during our previous messenger conversation the night before, I gathered the items I would need for our imminent chat. The webcam was connected, the baby oil warmed & the tissues at the ready. The front of my towelling robe was just about concealing my already semi hard erection, as the thought of what was to come played through my mind. We...
50 Years. It can't really be 50 years. A lot has happened in the past 50 years. The Grateful Dead once sang the words, "what a long strange trip it's been." How fitting that I use a quote from a San Fransisco band as I sit in Golden Gate Park, not far from where I was 50 years ago. Today, I'm a gray haired senior citizen on a retired government pension. I...
Author's note: This is only my second Literotica submission, and welcome feedback. This particular story is intended to be a prequel to "Dances of Love". As I post more, please do read my other works as well. This story is intentionally written in the 2nd person, even though the female subject of the point of view ("you") starts out asleep. If you don't per...
The alarm clock showed a time of 11:38 p.m. as Wes turned out the lamp next to his bed. He and his wife Deborah had just finished making love, and she was already fast asleep, weary from the toils that come with being a secretary and a mother of three. He was bushed, too, from another day at the rat race that was sales. Still yet, Wes could not fall asleep...