The morning of my 21st birthday had arrived. I was not expecting anything special, though. You don't get much celebration when you are a single girl with no close relatives, no relationship, not really any friends except the lunch bunch from work. I got up and got ready to shower. As always I checked the mirror. Even a girl with no man in the picture needs t...
The evening's activities so far brought us to the unlikely point of standing around the drink table in Ted and Cheryl's house, like any small suburban cocktail party, except these five couples were naked and blatantly aroused—cocks horizontal and pussies glistening. The ending of the first round of adult games seemed to throw a blanket of uncertainty over t...
This story is the property of Kalimaxos. Blame me for anything that you don't like. It's different than what I have ever written. Enjoy. ------------ Jake Linden was so tired, he could barely stay awake. It had been a long week. A week where he had barely gotten any sleep. He could live with the lack of warm food or coffee; how he missed hot coffee.....
(This story is a sequel to "Sawtooth Mountain," which can be found in the 'Mature' section of literotica.com. This story is written for L, whom I must necessarily love from afar. Happy anniversary, Lady!) * Cal Benton leaned comfortably against the side of the barn watching his two trail hands in the distance rounding up the horses. This would be the last...
The car arrives promptly at 09.30 hours, as stated on the card she had opened when she rose that morning. Sara has her small handbag with her, a light coat, and nothing else. Dressed smartly in a blouse and knee length skirt she closes and locks the front door, making her way down the path on sensible 2 inch heels, sheer stockings swishing together as she ap...
I had met Ruth at a dinner party arranged by a mutual friend and had been instantly captivated. We sat together and talked together all evening at the end of which she had agreed to go to the theatre with me on the following evening. The night following that, we had a quiet dinner in a secluded restaurant and for the next few days we met on a number of other...
I started my bath at about 11. I put on some soft symphony music and lit the candles. Ready for a nice long bubble bath in some steaming water. I stepped into the claw-footed tub and slid into heaven. I began to relax in the steamy, bubbly water and all the silly problems of the day started to float away. And then your e-mail began to replay in my empty min...
He awoke knowing that he could go to college late that day. Nothing before 1.00 pm, so he could luxuriate and linger in his room. As a second year student, he had greater control over his timetable and today he had to present a paper to his tutor in a one-to-one after lunch. The paper was all but finished so he had no worries about that, and he began to plan...
Sophia expected him to lead her downstairs to his bedchamber, but instead, she found herself guided towards the far end of the roof garden. A coarse, whitewashed wall, about twice the height of a man rose up over that corner of the fortress. It had the look of a watch tower, or a guard room with a heavy wooden studded door set in the wall. For a split seco...
1 Another artist dead by suicide... What a way to start an article on an erotica website. And what a way to appeal to your audience. But I'm not trying to appeal to anyone. I'm writing this not because I want to - not particularly! I'm writing this because I'm compelled to, because I have to. It has nothing to do with the songwriter and vocalist, who hung...