The brush glides repeatedly through the length of my long hair, the knobby bristles massaging my scalp, the nape of my neck, my back. The palm of his hand follows the brush strokes smoothing down the hair. My head falls forward, the muscles so relaxed that they can't keep it up. My eyes are closed and my whole body turns to jelly. I am putty in his hands. Wi...
The Princess Barellia was decidedly bored with her day. She had woken up that morning in her four poster bed, when the sun shining through her windows had finally managed to heat up her face through the thick curtains hanging down. It had woken her from a drowsy half sleep where she had had any number of entertaining dreams that she could only remember glimp...
Author's Foreword— This is my eleventh offering to Literotica and her readers. You're invited to leave a public comment and access my profile to see what other goodies can be found in my archives. Enjoy! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It was a boring evening to be out on patrol. Thursdays usually were. Officer Jose Ocala t...
You arrive home exhausted from your trip but with a head filled with unforgettable memories. You'd wanted for years to visit Egypt and kept putting it off because, not being in a relationship, you didn't want to go alone. One day you found yourself sitting at your desk at work, gazing out the window at a cloud that looked uncannily like the Sphinx, and decid...
Part nine of The Wrong Room series. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. None of the characters under the age of eighteen are, in any way, involved with acts of a sexual nature in this or any chapter of this series. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to better understand this relationship, bu...
Chapter 8 The room contained two women and eight men, including me. We were in a shack in the middle of the jungle, less a room than a box. Ten people to take out an army. I liked those odds. No one ever woke up one day and said, "I'd like to be an assassin," at least not out loud. If I had to put our job description down on paper that would be it: assassi...
She was my sister-in-law's best friend and she was coming to stay at my brother-in-law's house for a week or so as her vacation. My wife and I were renting the basement apartment from her brother and the layout meant that we had to share some hall space with them. A good situation, since we all got along very well and we needed a cheap place to live at this...
Although it was not even noon yet the Roman mosaic floor already felt like an oven. It was almost time to take a long siesta as it would be too hot to continue working at this archaeological dig. Still two weeks to go at this project recovering the old Roman villa surprisingly deep inland. And then she had to return to her boring teaching job in Germany teac...
Jaimin stretched her hands up, locked her elbows, and gazed in between her hands. The white leather ball swiftly appeared, slipped in between her fingers, and smacked her flat on her coke-bottle-bottom glasses with the wire frame. Her facial skin was singing from the slap of hard pumped leather. She stepped around disoriented. Her mouth gaped like a fish on...
When Victoria was on her mid-thirties she had a job as teacher in a High School. She was married and mother of two, naturally blonde and with a fit body, and despite enjoying the freedoms afforded by a free marriage, her public image was that of a well-behaved family woman. And that's what she really was. However, there was a very relaxed atmosphere in the...