Anastasia took in the rugged grandeur of the Swiss Alps with wide-eyed amazement as she steered her rental car along the curvy road hugging the mountain's edge. Thoughts of the grey, urban life she left behind were quickly fading in the dazzling sunshine. Her hectic routine as an in-demand portrait painter had left her stressed, not to mention deprived of...
Continued from Chapter Two... Jill stirred. The bright sunlight poured through the gaping cracks in her blinds, dancing on the specks of dust floating through the air. The beams of light glared viciously on the multitude of posters on the dishwater-gray walls. The reflection from her black and white poster of Johnny Depp hit Jill's half-open eyes. Groggily,...
The key goes into the door, the door swings open and you both stumble into the lobby. Neither being able to keep your hands off each other. Hungry kisses are being exchanged while you struggle with getting rid of that jacket, and she slams the door shut with her foot. You tumble into the bedroom and fall onto the fresh linen sheets. You’re both rearing to go...
Chapter 19 : "Ello ello ello what's going on 'ere then?" Stephen Rendell walked through the frozen crisp leaves of Hyde Park and watched his breath illuminated by the morning sun. It was minus five. He imagined his exhale was smoke from a cigarette, and his heart fluttered again remembering her; kicking himself for not asking her for a date there and then....
Colloquial English can be colourful if a little confusing for the non UK resident. In this short story I have attempted, in I hope a humorous way, to enlighten those readers who may have been having problems understanding some stories, movies, or TV programmes made by us Brits. Cheers (Good luck) * Tom and Alec made their way up the street towards the bo...
"Wake up, sleepyhead," a soft, sweet voice sings in his ear. Bobby opens his eyes and tries to sit up but finds that he's bound to a bed in a pink-painted frilly room. Posters of Johnny Depp, Chris Hemsworth and fucking Robert Pattinson are pinned to the walls. "Fucking shit, Brittany!" he moans. "What's going on?" "We didn't think it was fair that only...
I thought it was at John's dinner party when the first seeds of the transformation of our marriage were sown. I was wrong. One of the guests, William, had turned the topic of conversation to his own area of expertise—evolutionary psychology—and had the avid attention of the table. To be fair, he didn't bring it up, he was merely countering the opinion of Joh...
My friends and I had just seen my topless girlfriend Menaka eating out Tarini, a girl we met this morning and who's apparently jealous boyfriend was passed out in the same room just a few meters away from us. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and even though we had had sex earlier in the day, the only thing I wanted to do was to fuck my girlfriend....
Note: If any of the categories on literotica bother you, my apologies, because this story has nearly every one in it! I suppose I should've seen it coming, being a trained psychologist. But I guess it's like the painter's house that always needs painting, or the roofer who has a roof caving in. In my case, it was the wife who didn't come home. After 25...
Standard Disclaimer: You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know the rest. This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! This is Part 17 of an ongoing series. Yes I know the...