Author's note: Again, this is pure fantasy. If you haven't already done so, you might enjoy reading the first Jennifer story, although that is not absolutely necessary. Enjoy. When I came back into the living room, I was shocked. She was standing there dressed in a leather corset, wearing knee high boots with 4" spiked heels, elbow length black gloves, hold...
I had been singing in a neighborhood Blues Band since I was fifteen. No big deal. Four of us and we would play some bar mitzvahs and do open mike night and stuff. One of the guys, Glen Schwartz was a year older than the other three of us. So now he's nineteen and off at Rutgers. But he came home for Spring vacation and that is when it happened. I mean okay...
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of the shower running. Jennifer and Ted were still asleep in their bed, their bodies intertwined. Rising from our bed, I walked naked to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower with David I put my arms around him and kissed his back. David reached back and rubbed my hips as I pressed against him. Turning within my slippe...
I pulled out of the parking lot at the office in the dark. It was getting dark quickly as December began to take hold. I made my way to the tavern. It was time for Happy Hour that cold Wednesday evening. My cell phone rang as I pulled into the tavern's parking lot. I hit the speaker on the phone without looking at the number and immediately, Jennifer asked,...
The bridal shower for Angela Black proceeded in the usual manner for such events. There was lots of conversations amongst the guests and with the bride. There was lots of hilarity at the opening of gifts, since Vivian's present was not the only sex toy donated. As 10:00 o'clock was approaching the atmosphere evolved from a pleasant but prosaic ambience int...
Jennifer is fairly typical of most Midwest, middle class, middle aged women. Born and raised in a small northwest Indiana town, she enjoyed a stable upbringing and attended the local University to obtain a degree in English literature. She married her high school sweetheart, had two wonderful children with him, and enjoyed their lovely home. Sexually, she...
For the South African couple...the nice thing about Literotica is the international community of writers and readers, especially appreciative ones. David Rutter, newly appointed vicar of Chigwell contemplated his diary. Mrs. McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum (and provider of his morning blow job) had noted an appointment with a Mrs. Jones and her...
Frank left the house, kissing his glowing, satiated wife and heading out with Aima, his invisible to all but him genie companion. Frank wore the custom made, grey suit Aima had provided for him, Aima wore the short plaid skirt, shirt, jacket, stockings and boots that had driven Frank wild in the bathroom. "You look great, Frank," Aima told her master, smil...
WARNING : OFFENSIVE... DEPRAVED... SLEAZY... SEXUALLY INTENSE... PURE DEBAUCHERY AT IT'S MOST PERVERSE AND FILTHIEST... IT AIN'T REAL... BUT READ IT ANYWAY "Yeah mama... I'll be home later. We're filming our next video. Yeah, up in the hills. Not far from the Hollywood sign... but don't tell anyone. We don't have a fuckin permit. Ha. OK. Love ya." "ALRIGHT...
The following morning Sammy was in Mrs Pardoe's class sewing a plain white collar onto a skimpy black dress. It was a compulsory project. During their first term all sissies had to produce their own parlour maid outfit, and it had to be done by hand because Mrs Pardoe claimed exclusive use of the only sewing-machine in the house. Sewing was one thing he hate...