Louise stretches out in her double bed. She so enjoys lazy Sundays. She puts on her dressing gown and heads downstairs. But Sam's nowhere to be seen. So she puts the kettle on, reminiscing about Sam's hard cock filling her earlier that morning. Her mind wanders as the pressure in her pussy slowly builds. Her hands slide down to her breasts, caressing them so...
Chapter One Amy dropped the carton of books onto the bedroom floor and wiped her brow. Moving into the new apartment had been a slow process with only her flatmate Laura to help. She brushed back the dark brown hair that had escaped from her ponytail and surveyed the host of boxes before her. Laura appeared at her door looking just as weary. She was a pret...
This is a true story, although the names and some of the details have been changed. Jennifer, I can only say sorry it took me so long to get round to writing it down! ********* Walking over the worn carpet of the steps down into the warm fug of popcorn and leather seats, I already had goosebumps and shivers cascading over my skin and a hungry, flutteri...
Piya was whistling away to herself. It was Friday night and the first Friday of the month and that meant it was her girl's night out. She loved to meet with her family and relatives but she loved her evenings spent with the girls. They were a mixture of people that she went to school friends and also some mothers that she had met since the birth of her dau...
The Jazz Age Chapter Two: The Love Nest Charlie Desmond, the husband of Nancy Desmond, had a great faith in the future of America. Along with most of the men he knew, he thought the business of America was business and that was that. The business of America was business and the future of business looked good. No, he thought it was better than that. The bu...
It was another boring Saturday for Bai. No matter the day, it was the same scene. There was her husband sitting on the couch watching one sport or another, while she kept herself busy with common household chores. Unfortunately for her, this is what life was like after marrying young and so many years had passed. Today's exciting chore was laundry. As she...
Saturday I was awoken by my wife with coffee in bed. She had brought me coffee in bed before, but this was different. Wearing a black corset and red lace thong that immediately got my attention. I was up and ready to go. Gina handed me the coffee and then reached under the covers to measure my response. Smiling she leaned in and whispered "Why don't you fini...
The stories in this series were written at least a year ago before I knew about Literotica. The previous one (chapter 3) is posted here. If the object of the New York authorities were to increase prostitution and depravity, they could not better accomplish it than by their present policy towards the unfortunate class that everybody endeavors to ignore, but...
"Hi Baby, I'm home" she shouted as she came through the door at two o'clock in the morning. All I could do is cringe. You see just a mere twelve hours earlier I was helping her in the bathroom while she was soaking in the tub. I had the sponge and I was gently washing her body with the turquoise scented bath oil beads that saturated the bath water. The oil...
Stories in this contest can be based around any winter holiday, or even just end-of-the-year festive nostalgia and atmosphere. No descriptive sex in this and it could have been posted in any of a number of categories. Whichever one you want is exactly where I should have put it. I decided on this category as this subject matter tends to draw the ire of thos...