The local skate park's quite big and near the city's boardwalk so it gets major foot traffic with people and groups hanging out around it all the time. I've only spent a few minutes on the boardwalk but already someone catches my eye; A tall-ish girl with a messy mop of dirty blonde hair peeking out from under her beanie, she's wearing a loose shirt with the...
The dinner went until 10, but I barely remember the end of it. Even as I was cleaning up after, all I could think about was what would happen to me tonight. I couldn't believe the situation I had gotten myself into. Or the man I had gotten into it with. Had it been a nice blowjob, I wouldn't have minded servicing my benefactor regularly. Hell, I probably wou...
All of the characters in this story were over eighteen when it happened. I had been at college for a year when I went home for weekend and my buddy Stan told me about his girlfriend, Kara. Kara was going to the same large state university I was. He kept telling me I ought to go see her. It was a little creepy how willing he was for me to fuck her. I had on...
I kneel at Your feet, content to be close and feeling safe and warm in my place. But I feel a tension in You that transfers to me. There is a need in You tonight, my Master. I feel it. A need for me that quivers through Your body, a tightness in Your body I can feel. I wait, wondering what You will ask of me tonight. We are in our special room, our dungeon a...
At the beginning of a foot-slave's 18th year he is prepared every day by his mentor, a woman in her thirties or forties, who is responsible for his training and behavior at the Royal Court. The mentor has been given the young slave when he is about 10 years of age and she has been training him in the art of foot massage technique and all of the necessary pra...
I married Ruth with the full understanding and my encouragement that she would continue to tease and flirt with other men. While dating, we had experimented and discovered how mutually satisfying it was for Ruth to be 'a naughty girl' occasionally. Always sharing the details and eventually the evidence, such as a slick pussy or bite marks on her breasts, as...
Since I have started writing on Literotica I have been asked about the interracial aspect of cuckolding, so it is probably time that I discuss this at length. Please keep in mind that my husband is a white man and I am a white woman. We have been in the cuckolding lifestyle for better than 10 years, and over those years I have had several lovers of differin...
There was a time when I could walk around my home with little more on than a robe kept handy in case someone came for a visit. As one matures and life changes, so does everyday routines. After years of being a mom and housewife even my occasional recreational masturbation has become non-existent. People often forget just how much one looses when home and fam...
I’ve been married to Jenny for almost fifteen wonderful years. We met when we were both sweethearts in college and got married soon after we graduated. Like most, our sex life was strong and passionate when we were younger, but three kids, a job and life takes its toll. We’ve been reduced to our ritual once a week, obligatory love making. The strange thing...
It was barely sunrise. My wife Amanda was wearing a tight black and purple sports bra that cradled her breasts beautifully, leaving her sexy 6-pack abs and navel fully exposed. Her running tights was made of the same stretchy material that flaunted her equally incredible ass. She had her long black hair tied in a ponytail and pulled through her cap. Amanda...