Chapter V: Room 127 Reasoning her way out of depression was like trying to blow her face off with an unloaded weapon. Usually, it was a waste of time, but every now and then she got a surprise. Night finally fell on Sunday. It'd been a long, long day, and none of it had been fun. The attention-stealing skirt and blouse, the heels and hose she wore that nig...
I was soon buried balls deep inside Aunt Giovanna, not that I was shocked by this, given her attitude about things. The experience of fucking my fiancée's aunt was truly a fantastic one, especially while her daughter kept sucking my balls and my sister Molly licked my ass. I could get used to this treatment, especially since Aunt Giovanna and cousin Giulia m...
I was under steaming hot water next, washing my pussy first, then just letting the water wash over me. I remembered someone said something in an old movie once. 'The test of love is simple. Do you think of them every day? Are there more days than you can count where you might have thought of them more than you thought of yourself?' I leaned my forehead agai...
This story contains light femdom, humiliation, and crossdressing themes. All characters are 18 or older. ***** She did enough housekeeping at work, and now her Friday was taken away from her because of even more cleaning. Four year degree and what did she get out of it? A stereotypical maid's salary at a hotel that paid just enough for her to live in a ru...
Barely, Washington kept his composure as he stepped out. The lieutenant nearly slammed the door behind him, possibly hard enough to knock some of the letters off. He realized that was exactly the type of reaction that Braxton and her lackey were expecting from him. He shut the door as he normally would, noticing that Barbie was still standing out there in th...
Recently, I went out to lunch with my best friend Carrie. I'd been very sick for a long time, incapacitated with a nearly fatal tropical virus (long story) and this was the first time I'd been out in over a month. As always with Carrie, the conversation eventually came around to sex. The question of my "number" came up, how many guys I'd been with. Carrie an...
Jennifer knew I wasn't the jealous type, but I wasn't thinking of sharing her with another guy right away. As I would soon find out, she was way ahead of me in planning sexual adventures. "O-o-o-o Allen, I just love you so," she'd coo before, during and after sex. She was my own, private, cum-guzzling nympho, so I was perfectly happy with the arrangement w...
So that the dear sometimes hyper literotica readers don't get their panties in a bunch when they read this, this story is 100% fantasy and does not, and is not intended to, make any political statement whatsoever. Nor is it intended to in any way influence anyone's position on any political issue or candidate. When your main "talent" is that you're big and...
As I had expected, Spring Break until today had proved dreary with rain and lonely. I had discussed this with my husband in advance, of course. I had told him I was tired of being left alone while he worked on his damn dissertation, and he had told me to stop being so whiny. I tried a seductive tack, and he told me to use my own hand because he was busy and...
"Adam, just because I'm a Muslim woman and wear the Hijab doesn't automatically make me a prude," Zahra Makassed said haughtily, waving the vintage erotica novel Peeping At Pamela by Yolanda Celbridge in my damn face. Zahra likes to read sex stories. I smiled and nodded gently at the lovely young woman sitting across from me. What am I going to do with her?...