Harriet's working morning swept by as it had never done before, such was her enjoyment at the level of entertainments brought on by her freedom. Customers who were vaguely aware of the previously insignificant girl, now eyed the confident woman who strutted about her business; the male quota feeling their cocks rise in admiration of this unexpected visual bo...
It had been a week since I accepted Megan's job as an escort. I still had not heard from her. So I decided to call her and see if she had any work for me, as it turned out she did the woman's name was Anne she was Forty one and needed some company, I got her details and gave her a quick call. I decided to give her my real name as my nickname I felt would no...
I don't know exactly when it was that I started having my recurring sexual fantasy. I guess it all goes back to puberty when I first discovered that something besides piss came out of the end of my cock. I also discovered that when that white fluid came out it felt a whole lot better than when I took a piss, that my entire body seemed to jerk and spasm in ti...
Before I begin to tell the story, this is my first ever story on Literotica. I welcome any feedback as long as it is constructive and will make me a better writer. This is totally a work of fiction but it is something that I wanted to happen when I was in my twenties but it never did. I hope you enjoy my story. Chapter 1 My name is Jack, I am 20 years old...
I stepped from the shower and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Like most women, I think that my butt is too big, and my breasts too small. My hair is a pleasing shade of brown, thanks to the skills of my hairdresser. The triangle of hair between my legs has telltale streaks of gray. "Fast chance anyone will be seeing THAT anytime soon," I thought...
Having finished her shopping Anita decided on a cup of coffee before she made for home. Struggling along the high street with her plastic bags of purchases she arrived at her favourite café and entered. After giving her order she looked around in the hope of seeing someone she knew, but there was no one. The truth was, Anita was a lonely woman. At forty-nin...
Before turning down my bed for the night, I picked up the picture that was on the table next to my bed. In the picture was myself, my best friend Kate, my parents, and the man I was in love with, John. The picture was taken just a few months ago at my 18th birthday party. John is our next door neighbor and has been ever since I can remember. In fact, I disti...
This is a follow-up to "Small Favors...and Dirty Laundry," posted in the Mature section on 1/3/17. It helps to read that one first but not vital. In this third-person narrative, I've given the POV to our heroine, Rene Sutcliff. ***** So this is what they call midlife crisis, Rene Sutcliff thinks. It is just after Labor Day, soon after she and her husband...
Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away. He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman.' Somet...
I had just finished my last appointment for the day. My wrists were killing me. I loved being my own boss as a massage therapist, but 7 sessions in almost as many hours wreaked havoc on my muscles. I'd just opened my small office a few days earlier and already people were clamoring. They were mostly former clients I'd worked on during my training. Before lo...