"I'd like to outsource our lovemaking." I choke on my steak and reach for my wine to wash it down. "That's funny," I say when I recover. "Or rather, I want to outsource my part in our lovemaking." I look at her and she isn't smiling. I think that this must be a joke, a bad joke, brought on by the stresses of her job. Instead, there's a look of intent dete...
Preliminary note: This story is part 2 of another piece I wrote a few months ago. You can find it here: www.literotica.com/s/the-ballad-of-a-drifter. Of course the Swan's song can be read as a standalone but I'll make references to events that occurred in the previous story so you might find yourselves a bit lost. I hope you enjoy it and of course all commen...
Both of us were naked, me more so. Per my instruction, Maria was not to remove the diaphanous brassiere, a cherry red balconet purchased on a pink plastic card from Victoria's Secret, a gift sent her way by me. Standing still at the foot of the bed, knees slightly bent, swollen member at the ready, the soles of my feet savored the cool springy texture of r...
I stood in front of the imposing door, my hands visibly shaking, my mind running rampant, my thoughts a jumble as I opened it. The front of the building had only the number of the business adorning it, no letters, no writing, nothing to indicate what it was. Now that I think back on it, I can understand why. Walking in, there was a single desk, a very attra...
The readers may ready my earlier submissions titled Arti Bhabi: My First Pussy, Arti Bhabi My Teacher & Adventure With Arti Bhabi Continues for better understanding of the story. I was madly in love with Arti Bhabi and she was even madder for me. We both left no opportunity to meet and enjoy intense lovemaking. One fine morning, I met her in stair case, she...
By mid-morning the sun had broken through the clouds and blue sky was once again on show. Louise soon began to wish she hadn't worn her thick fleece, but she was pretty much stuck with it until they stopped for a rest. She stayed towards the middle of the long line of cyclists traversing an endless succession of winding country lanes. Cows mooed mournfully...
It is a loving couple cuckold story with developing FEMDOM... so if you do not like these please do not read... For those who do hope this is a good Chapter... just about half way for those who are interested... * 7.15am found me knocking on Pippa's bedroom door (knocking on 'MY'? old bedroom's door??). Pippa's sleepy voice called out, 'Come in.' My stom...
Dear Cecelia: A little more history about Sharon and Edward, Five and Six as we know them now. You'll recall that after toying with me for a week, making me wait for her reply, Sharon agreed to next steps. She was the contact person - true to form, the natural dominant in their relationship, something they had realized and played with, but not yet too seri...
Brushing a stray lock of ash blonde hair from her luminous blue eyes, Dawn Swenson stamped and sealed the last of twenty envelopes containing invitations to her Halloween party and sat back with a sigh. She would have much preferred e-mailing or texting her invitees, but Mother had insisted that she send invitations. That is what proper young ladies did when...
"Jesus Christ," he cursed and extended his feet to the end of the couch. "Get your fingers out of your fucking pussy. I'm trying to watch something here." Meredith tried to readjust but could no longer remain on the sofa. "Please," she whined, perching on the upholstered arm like a bird. James lowered his voice. "Get out of here, slut. I'm not going to sa...