She remembered the week, lying back in the seat on the airliner, on her way home. She was tired, it had been a long week, and the tingle in her pussy and the memories brought back a smile to her face, as she snuggled into the seat. She remembered the arrival, how excited she had been on the trip over, and as the hour approached when the aircraft would reach...
I woke to the sound of Ivan fucking Jenna. I slipped out of bed, took the painting down and peeped through the hole in the wall. 'You are a lucky little fucker,' I said to myself as I saw them. Jenna was on her hands and knees on the bed, her back arched, her head thrown back. Ivan was standing on tip-toes behind her, holding onto her ass, ramming his cock...
a dreamer Ariadne dreamt, and in her dream she lay on a bed of woody vines. All around her were strange flowers, those strange petaless things which were newly woven into her consciousness. They wound round her with the softest of affections, tickling her face. They were strange unknown things given by her lover, things which she hadn't truly known in...
Sara and me My wife Sara is a 32 year old Human Sexuality teacher at a local high school. She's a gorgeous, sexy woman, fifteen years my junior, and she spares nothing to make sure I'm sexually satisfied, occupied, and happy. Aside from giving incredible blow jobs and fucking like a she-devil, Sara has a complete arsenal of more advanced skills and talent...
© 2018 Literocat Another workday morning, I'm awake in the purple haze before dawn, long before I need to be to prepare for work. Is it really April already? The savory, sweet smell of my special-blend coffee woke me before my alarm, as usual, but this time before the coffee maker's din-din-ding alert. Eyes closed, I walk my home labyrinth through my bedroo...
I buzz myself in with Marie's door code. In the lobby, I find the girl whose melon-sized breasts and pouting lips aroused me last night as I watched through her window while she danced topless and alone. She smiles bashfully when I step aside to let her pass--and I feel a small prick of guilt for having violated her privacy. Then again, she must know, they...
Authors Note - This story is a result of my inner monolouge combined with a sleepless night, alot of coffee, and a wild imagination. It's also my first short story in years. Let me know what you think please! Let me tell you a little something about regret. For I am it's scholar I sit here on the edge of this man’s bed his head is lowered, one hand firmly...
Chapter 18 Garden snakes tails point to where beehives thrive, where birds don’t fly.It seemed she was the only one, knowing why. She put on a full-length cotton dress. The kind women wore in the southern states around the turn of the century. Though she wore sun-blocking contacts making her eyes look human, she also wore small circular, Benjamin Franklin...
The Corseted Domme was suspended over the wheat fields. The rigger-men tied more guy lines to secure her into position. By the time they'd finished the task it was turning dark and, given the airship was perfectly safe, the captain left investigation of the causes of the engines cutting out until the next morning. They had landed on a huge estate in the Ru...
Following the discovery that The Corseted Domme had been sabotaged, the captain implemented a new regime of security measures. He and his men did a thorough sweep of the engine room, the area containing many hazards and opportunities for further sabotage. A huge padlock was put on the engine room door for which only he and Lady Sally possessed a key. They fo...