I've had such a long and boring week. Work was the same old routine. I've finally made my way to the one place I can have some peace and quiet to unwind. The library is quiet. Most people are out eating dinner, watching movies or home with their families. I wave to the librarian at the front desk as I stroll by. She smiles and goes back to sorting and putt...
I was dreaming, and oh what a dream it was. I never wanted to wake from it, as the feeling of pleasure and ecstasy was very intense. It all started with this BDSM- oriented story I had been reading. It was fascinating, and I found myself getting hot, and developing some fantasies of my own. Fantasies of being stroked, of cumming. Fantasies of being tied, or...
Three Days of Hell The alarm clock went off on Monday morning and the first thing I thought about was you. Taking a weekend off from each other has to be one of the dumbest ideas I ever came up with. Sure, I woke up with my cock harder than piece of lead, something that I haven't experienced in a few days, so maybe it was for the better. But not seeing you...
Serena opened her new email folder in the morning expecting the usual assortment of rubbish, but one email caught her eye. The subject intrigued her, it read, Mrs Mayer, you have been invited. She expected she was going to be invited to buy something or take part in some draw or raffle. She clicked on it and the email opened. She read it: Dear Mrs Mayer...
This is the second in a long series of stories in which our heroine, Kate, looks back on some of her more memorable sexual adventures as she tries to decide whether she is a slut. ***** It had been a long day of meetings in Chicago followed by a four hour flight back to San Francisco, so it was late, perhaps 11:00 p.m., when I walked in the door of my ho...
This is a story that was written after a short spell of writers block. I couldn't figure out a new story to write, so I decided to hold off getting myself off until I wrote one. ********** OK, not exactly the story I was thinking about originally when I decided to write the next story, but it is a good one, at least it was for me. This is not a fictional w...
It's Saturday, the last week of August, and basically the end of summer vacation. It's a cool breezy beach like day. My name is Anne living in Santa Monica, California. We have a nice life in Southern California, gluttonized by good weather most of the year, but plagued by freeways, traffic, rushing from city to city basically dealing with rude people mo...
Debbie stared off in a distance as she sat in the passenger seat of her husband's car. The ground was covered with snow that December in Wisconsin. Her body was in one place, but her mind was in another. Debbie and Travis drove in silence just listening to the sound of the car engine roaring away. Once they arrived home, it was the same ritual. Travis woul...
***** Copyright © 2020 - This is an original work by Kalimaxos and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. This story idea came to me from a fan who emailed me a summary of his story that is the basis of "The diaries of Jane." Jane...
[Rick, present day] To: Genevieve Smith From: Richard Johnson Subject: Scheduling a Meeting For Next Week Gen, I would love to schedule a meeting with you to talk about your essay. You can swing by my office hours next week, Friday 4-7. In regard to your coffee shop question, I prefer Northstar on Banks. I go almost every Saturday at 9. Let me know if...