I. The bedroom was cloaked in darkness, save for a single candle, its flame casting our writhing shadows on the walls around us. "Almost there," I grunted, thrusting into Miss Amber. She was lying on her back, legs wide open and wrapped around my waist for maximum penetration. "I'm about to come." "Yes," she squealed in anticipation, breathing heavy, d...
Dan: I first saw her across the lecture hall. Her looks pushed all the right buttons.... Tall, willowy, long dark curls and lips a man would die for. When she walked, there was this particular sway to her hips which spoke volumes about her self assurance. I knew right away that I needed to get to know her in the biblical sense of the word. Sarah: I wasn...
It all started five years ago. By accident, I had started the village we called "Circumstances" unincorporated. It now had a population of three hundred and forty-nine. I had lucked out. I had just dumped another trailer load in Texas of brand name bandages that had to be sterilized before being shipped out for sale on the retail market. I had called to sa...
Chapter 12. The Hotwife © Bad Hobbit 2019 OK, folks. Life tends to get in the way of writing, so apologies for the wait. A huge thank you to all my readers who are hanging in there, despite my erratic publication schedule of chapters of Uncle Bob's story. I love writing this stuff but, as I say, life kinda gets in the way. According to the plan, the...
This is the sixteenth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones. I hope you have enjoyed it so far. M4bloke ****************** Life returned to a certain level of normality at the end of the summer of 1982. Going back to do my final year of university was a bit of...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Working on hands and knees, laying the four by four inch ceramic tile in the ten by twelve kitchen was hard, back-...
This story is posted on the Literotica website; the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the second in a multi-chapter interracial cuckold story. I encourage you to read chapter 1 first, but it's not necessary. College diving coach Justin Dawson moved around in a mindless stupor as he pro...
Sidekick Chronicles - The Succubus Job Disclaimer: This short story (and the others I plan to write) is a practice story, and it's here on Literotica because it contains explicit content. I would be hard pressed, however, to call it "an erotic story". This was written to amuse more than to titillate. Now, the spectrum of human sexual experience is broad e...
Other People's Problems "So, I'm balls deep and just as I let loose there's this loud crashing noise, right? I hear the noise, but I'm not paying any attention. You know how it is, just as you're getting your nut? Nope, nothing's getting through to my brain. The door bursts open, and there he is, and the kid is seriously pissed." The cop looked at the nur...
On this summer Sunday Jack Cunningham stood in the kitchen in nothing more than sagging Y fronts. Julia, dressed in her church-going clothes, stood before him, snapping out orders. She was telling him to dust all the front parlour, sweep the hall, take the carpets out and beat them on the clothes line. Jack stood, sheepish, holding the failing elastic with...