To Heather, with remembrance, love, and a smile. I hope life turned out the right way. Thank you for redheads, teasing, the sounds of sex, and mostly for teaching me what safe feels like. We were both older than 18. ------------------------------------------- Every single person we meet along the path of our lives leaves an indelible fingerprint, usually...
Continued from Chapter 5; please read earlier chapters to get the context. * I couldn't understand if that was a smile or smirk. However, I could sense that she was deriving great pleasure in feeding my insecurities. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as my tongue ravished her vagina lapping up their mixed juices until she could no longer withstand and u...
Mary cried and cried until she just couldn't cry any more. Her face was red and marked with the water from those tears. She tried to tell her husband that she hadn't done anything wrong but as she sat at the kitchen table drinking her hot tea, she looked back at what had happened and she realized how bad it looked. Even if it were true that she hadn't had s...
April 2013 LITEROTICA READERS, *PLEASE* READ THIS: I've posted more than two dozen chapters of this Cuckold's Diary on Literotica. Each time I begin by telling you that this story is about CUCKOLDING and about MASOCHISM. It is also about a very Loving Wife, who makes every fantasy of mine come true. But no matter how I phrase it, people still write to me a...
Lets see. Sweaty palms, dry mouth and butterflies in the stomach. Fear. All symptoms present and accounted for. To help dispel the nervous tension, I got up and walked around the hotel room one more time. It hadn’t changed. I checked the camera – still fully charged. Then my watch one more time. Five minuets. Five minuets and either one of the best nights of...
Note: This story took a while to come out with, but I hope that you get as much enjoyment out of this chapter as the last two. I must say that I'm proud of this one and wanted to take my time with it, hence the length of time between this story and my last. Please let me know your thoughts! I always appreciate them! ***** --Zack-- After my fun time with A...
This is the third story of a short series examining male sexuality; more specifically my sexuality. As I have got older I have found the borders of sexuality becoming blurred, particularly as I seek more and different sexual kicks. It's not essential to read the other parts first, but it might help. * I still couldn't quite get my head round it. I could...
Perspectives on a happy ending massage. He was a fairly ordinary sort of guy. Early fifties with two children, Guy Morris had a pretty good, but nevertheless quite ordinary job and a stable and reasonably happy, but also quite ordinary marriage to a fairly ordinary wife. He played golf and tennis, watched a lot of TV, enjoyed most sports, occasionally had a...
Part One. Bianca led Jon to her room by the hand. Jon, still trying to replay the kiss that he had just seen in his head, merely followed her looking quite dazed. Stopping outside her door, she fiddled around inside her bag, looking for her keys. When she found them, she looked up at Jon. "What's up honey? You look like you've never seen two girls kissing...
I was 26 when I met him -- R. I was working as a lawyer -- I was doing pretty well; I had always been smart, and having a pretty face, nice manners and a good figure never hurt anyone either. I was no dummy, swept off my feet by a charmer. It was just that he was remarkable. Rich, handsome, easy manners; very casual but also very personal when he spoke to y...