I sat out on my back porch watching my children play with the little girl next door. I felt happy, I had just moved back into the neighborhood were I grew up in, and being back in a place where I had a lot of happy times in surround me in a cloud of joy. My children and I had just gotten back from a walk were I had showed them the house that I lived in and t...
I strut across the club like a lioness prowling the open savannah, tossing my voluminous silky, blonde mane and hunting for my next victim. It doesn't take long to spot my prey. Tonight, the club is rich with wide-eyed wildebeest; their tongues lolling mindlessly as they drool over the handful of scantily clad females who totter between them on vertiginous h...
It was still early afternoon but I wasn't about to waste the whole day talking about things we could talk about on those nights when Bill and I would have to be satisfied with chatting on a web based messenger service. I wanted this incredible man to give me another good fucking before I sent him home to deal with his boring wife. I started directing our con...
Swagg Pimpin' Sex Parody On the patio outside my penthouse suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Lighting a blunt. Smoking, looking at the pool party downstairs. All nude and shit... swaggin'... hangin' 10 thick. Hands on the rail, smoke in the air. What's next Dick? What about those lame ass hoes that talk shit on Literotica? Who's gettin' swagg pimped next?...
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December 27 afternoon Maggie seemed nervously ebullient all afternoon long. After not fucking Marcus in several days, they had shared an intense, intimate coupling. Part of her happiness was undoubtedly due to the fact that she was giving her body to the man who had put his black seed deep in her, breeding her with his black child. In my experience, there...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** CHAPTER 1 The alarm rang at 6:30 a.m. and Becky Wilson rolled over in bed and stretched. It was mid-August but the weather had been pleasant most of the summer; no scorching heat waves. Nonetheless, she wanted to get an early start to her day to finish some chores around t...
The guidance counselor, Megan Freedman, handed me the key to my hotel room and I couldn't believe the day was finally over... well, after we do midnight bed checks, anyway. Today's bus ride was long and the endless singing of the juniors didn't make it go by any faster -- I'm surprised I still have my hearing. Such is the life of a high school teacher. Ton...
This is a total fantasy story and does not include anyone under age or any violence. It was Sunday morning again. I was excited. I looked at my husband John as he busied himself shaving. He tried not to show it, but I knew he was excited. It was always the same on Sundays. We were both in our forties, and yet at weekends we felt like teenagers with all sor...
Charlie was sat on a local train rattling through rural southern France, his heart beating with the slight edge of anxiety that had been constant throughout his journey from the North of England to here. Sun streamed through the greasy window and the air was thick with that unfamiliar Southern European summer heat. Beads of sweat were pooling in the small of...