"Mister La Salle," a voice called from over Adam's shoulder. Turning, he recognised Jayne Essington, a friend of Amanda's from some time ago. "Good morning Missus Essington" he said taking her hand, bowing and kissing it. "How lovely to see you. What brings you to Boston?" "I am here for my nephew's graduation" the plumpish, but nevertheless quite attracti...
Fuck! How could I possibly get through the entire summer without finding a penis to play with? That silent question worried me as I preened naked in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom preparing to go to church with my mother. I had just reached the age of consent to any and all sexual adventures and I was stuck in this super boring hick town unti...
Carlie Butler was busy brushing her hair as she heard the school bus stop outside her house. It was not an uncommon occurrence in this LA suburb, but she could always make out the particular noise her son's bus made when it stopped. She laid the brush down on the table in front of her. As she caught the sight of her face in the mirror she had to stop to admi...
"They're both blindfolded, sitting in the middle of a big comfortable bed." Cooper is describing to his wife an erotic scene he's thinking of writing for his screenplay. They're lying in bed wrapped in each other's arms. He's talking softly and seductively, but his demeanor is all business. "They're sitting up with their legs folded around each other, ki...
CHAPTER 1 The heat of a Blenheim hot and dry summer heated Micki (Michelle) Collins as apple orchardist Selwyn Peters spewed semen over her belly and breasts, grunting to end his toil in near-explosive feeling over the sweaty body of a female twenty-four years his junior. "Thanks." "For what?" Micki said sarcastically, her eye following the arc of the con...
Hi, readers. This is the third part of my story palace. To say it in brief Riya is a beautiful middle-aged woman, who found an emotional bond with Sandy. She promised to do anything, he wants, as a gratitude (for his care and service). After two days, Sandy visited the palace, again and he looked quite upset. I enquired about the same but he preferred not t...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
She used to love this time of year. She had loved it all, from the bustle of people in search of that one perfect item to the music that floated through the air of the department store to the crunch of new-fallen snow on Christmas morning. She had loved it until five years ago. Now, she was just depressed. Mellissa had become Mrs. Walter Schaeffer against t...
The Coalition fleet would have been an impressive sight even in pre-Thanatos times. But almost all the world's military might destroyed, having so many warships in one place was simply breathtaking. As the ageing Kamov helicopter carrying General Volk flew low over the choppy grey waters of the Firth of Forth, he couldn't help but be in awe of what they'd a...
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