Author's Note: Both characters in this story were at least 18 years old when the sexual activity occurred. This is my entry in Literotica's 2015 Valentine's Day Contest. Please read it and vote honestly. Comments and reviews are always welcome. Although most of the story is fiction, it is based on an actual event that happened when I was a young girl. *...
I suppose that, like young Rufus in the old song, I have always been a Tit Man. Breasts, boobs, tits, hooters, mammaries - whatever you want to call them, I have always been fascinated by women's breasts. Of all shapes and sizes, the way they jiggle and bounce, the way they feel, the way they look, with or without clothes covering them, the way their nipples...
This is a true story that happened to me a long time ago, the names have changed but the details are true to the last. I was 26 years old and in a big company. I had finally arrived. I worked with a lot of women, which is customary in the office world. I had recently ended a discreet office romance with another co worker (story for another time) and was thin...
It was always foggy in the morning in Rainfall Hills. The ocean gave the little community an unmistakable seaside feel that had made this place home to locals of the quiet hilly area. Rain Fall Hills was a town of little commodity and had very little to offer but for some reason it always managed to get by. It was a place that although rumored to have its da...
Nate admires his beautiful girlfriend's body. Wicked curves and a small firm ass, she was a sex goddess. "What are you looking at?" she asks in a low voice, her eyes cat like as she looks back at Nate. "You," he says, not bothers to deny it. He could feel himself become hard at just looking at her boobs hidden under her small white bikini. He wanted to remo...
Authors note: There is a very brief bit of bi-sexuality between two of the male characters in this story, towards the end. I've included this at the request of several individuals (mostly women in fact) who've asked that the next time I did a story similar to this, I would do so. It is for them that I have. I would ask that if this isn't your cup of tea, bri...
Mike and I had been close friends since college. Being a year older, he kind of became the big brother I never had. Though we moved our separate ways after graduation, we never lost touch with each other, talking a few mornings a week while we were each stuck in traffic in our respective cities. About a year ago, Mike gradually admitted to me that he and Sa...
Chapter 1 The American couple was, understandably, exhausted and anxious as they claimed their checked- baggage. This was their first trip to Europe. The eight-hour flight from Atlanta to Hamburg-- and the seven time zone changes-- had taken a toll on them. After clearing customs, they took turns watching the luggage as each visited the restroom to freshen...
Alice and I drop our bags and struggle out of our clothes. Our boots hit the floor, followed by our wet weather gear, and our sodden clothes. Shivering, we race into the shower. I dropped south as planned, but we didn't avoid the rain as expected. The rain ambushed us as we left St Louis on I-70 and dogged us the whole way across. We kept pressing on. Neith...
I T Amber was winding up another long day. Utility clients were so much work; the code was so old and she had to review it line by line. Not the most exciting work she ever did, but the pay was great and the contract was long and open-ended – just what an IT consultant looked for in a client, she smiled. At 43, she was the oldest in the entire IT departmen...