We head into the room marked with a big "4," Jay just ahead of me. Once he gets the stubborn deadlock bolted closed, I start stripping down. Steam rises off the hot tub, though the jets are off, and the thin mattress has a fresh sheet. Jay removes his shirt and I take a moment to gaze hungrily at his barrel chest and broad shoulders. Once I liked hairless b...
Dedicated to the one who inspired and lived this with me. * "You choose and I wear. That's fun" Clasping your hand and walking with purpose to the lingerie section. The textures, the colours, the scraps of tiny fabric. Your hand lingers on black silk. "I'll try what you're touching," my fingers lingering on yours. A few moments later, the curtain draw...
I've had a number of requests from Literotica readers, but decided that it would be too painful and decided to write another story instead. Short and sweet and no sexy bits whatsoever. This didn't happen to anyone I know and is possibly so unlikely that it may never have actually happened. Never know though do you? +++++++++++++++++ "We need to talk Tom!...
III Somebody told me that cum running down your lovers leg is disgusting. I feel sorry for him. A well fucked cunt is one of God's greatest gifts to man. If you can look at a well fucked woman, and be disgusted, the disgust is in your heart, not hers (or mine). Anyway, I am only the vehicle, although I was lucky enough to share some of the experiences abou...
Dear God, Yahweh, Allah, Buddha or whoever is up there looking down on us, I have lived my life as best I can. I have always been respectful of others and accepted even those that hated me. I have never stolen, lied, or intentionally hurt another human being. I have abided by every social law. I have given to those less fortunate whenever I could, both mone...
Note: All characters are over the age of 18. Dear Diary, Does anyone even keep such things anymore? I suppose since I am using password protected computer files, you are not truly a diary. But what are you then? An electronic journal of a fucked up mind I suppose. But that is too long to type each day, so how about we just keep to 'diary?' You realise, of...
So, tonight, I sit here with a steaming cup of tea -- classical music is on, Rick is working beside me. I'm taking the time to right up this absolutely true story—and I have the pictures to prove it. I'm a "housewife" now. I've been home a lot lately, having traded in the semi-secure but totally evil corporate world for the freedom (and uncertainty) of contr...
"Jimmy." Mary yelled as she walked into the kitchen. No answer. She opened the refrigerator and peered inside. It was 8 a.m. and Mary had just finished her morning run. Sweat soaked her sports bra and tiny beads of sweat trickled down her chin onto the wood floor. She took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and pressed it against her forehead before...
It's easy to put yourself down, to sarcastically use yourself as an object of humorous self-denigration for others. But have you ever considered how hard it is to love yourself? And what the world might be like, if more people truly appreciated their own beauty? The following is an exercise, not an egotistical one, but a self-appreciating one. I'd encourage...
Hello sailor, I know you're somewhere out there in the Persian Gulf, fighting the good fight for freedom, democracy and the American way, but I hope this letter finds you well. It's hard to believe that I'm already in my third trimester. You won't be home in time to watch your little girl be born, but she's already kicking. I can feel her. She's going to b...