"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful" Remember that line? It was from a commercial from the 80's - a shampoo commercial, I think. Well, I live the opposite gender version of this -"Don't hate me because I'm handsome." My name is Jim. The product of a handsome Italian father and a beautiful Greek mother, I was a cute baby, a cute little kid, a cute boy,...
Blissfully happy and terrified is not a usual combination, except possibly on a roller coaster, but that is how I feel right now. Blissfully happy that I am now owned. Terrified of what my new owners are expecting of me. They tempted me into their fold gradually but have now locked the gate behind me and, for me most unexpectedly, I am content to become thei...
I took a chance as I was dancing with my best friends mum at an early spring BBQ we were having at my parents' house, I was surreptitiously admiring her full mature body, looking back it must have been the drink I had consumed otherwise I would never have said what I did. Everyone, both adults and teens were mixing well, all dancing together irrespective of...
A Mature Woman's Eyes Pt. 2: The Longer the Fuse... This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real individuals is coincidence. All characters are over age eighteen. A young man has his second lesson with his mature neighbor. *** Each day after that first magical afternoon with Ms. A. was torture. I thought about her constantl...
It had been a couple of years since I'd last seen Erika and to be honest I didn't expect to ever hear from her again. Time had passed, fleetingly as is the nature of time when you reach the forty something stage of life and I'd just sort of let Erika drift away from me as the days slipped by. I'd worked at the same establishment as the busty blonde and I'd...
Andrea came over to drop something off for my mother. I was in the shower when she came and enjoying the stimulation of my hand on my dick was annoyed when the doorbell rang but still I answered. She'd called earlier for my mother and I'd told her I would be home to accept the package so even though it felt great with my hand I was obliged to answer the door...
After that day I peeked in and saw Denise masturbating, things seemed a bit different at the library. We kept it running as clean and efficient as always and I had some time to read from the list of books she had recommended to me, but things didn't feel right. It was hard to place exactly what the problem was, it just seemed that any conversation Denise and...
Prologue: This story is adapted from a chapter in my book. It is fiction but incorporates true personal experiences. The main character, Liam, is an eighteen year old recent high school graduate who is living with his Aunt during the summer before his first year in college. * After working a long week at my construction job and all morning and half the aft...
This story is totally fictional. Any resemblance to real persons or places is only coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. The three young men stepped into Debbie's bedroom and all three lined up at the foot of her bed. Richard pointed to the boy with striking red hair and told her. "This is Brian, and the guy with the strait blond hair is Tomm...
This is part three of the story of Ms. Nancy and how, for a brief time, my masturbation fantasy became a reality. Your comments and criticism are welcome as this is my first time submitting a story to literotica and I want to get better! Thanks in advance. * My cock having been reawakened by the touch of her hand beneath her oversized t-shirt, I looked do...