Okay, I literally spit this out in one sitting, just now. I guess it's pretty short, but it was fun to do. I have utterly no idea where this story best fits. Erotic Couplings? Fetish? I settled on Exhibitionism, as it carries that theme, but in the eyes of the voyeur/"victim". Anyway, hope there aren't too many grammatical mistakes, as this was a quickie. I'...
Author's note: I want to thank the workers of Literotica for letting me know that I had more edits to be made before submitting this story once again. Also want to thank a special friend who shall stay nameless but he knows who he is. For those of you who may not know. In Asian countries, the last name is spoken first then their first name last. All names an...
Dear reader: Ah, yes, the glory of the family. How we all wish to have the time to take care of their needs and ours. Unfortunately, that isn't always the way it goes.... Monday "Thank God they're gone," she thought to herself. Marie had been feeling unsettled and extremely horny since the previous night's unproductive encounter with her husband. Now that...
Maitresse knows what you really want. It is not for you to know. You cannot. That is why you come to me, isn't it, my dear slut? To discover your true desire. To find it pure and without the distorting veil of human judgment. What you want is to please me--but how? Let us try yet again, then.... You stand there before me, naked and shivering. Vous-avez...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Twenty-Six – Entangled ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Life is not a carefully woven tapestry, pristine and perfect, but rough and wild. And, each day we find ourselves ever more entangled within its web. "A Fool's Book of Wisdom" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christine watched with fascination as a flush spread across his visible cheek...
My very dear loves...I apologize almost every time I post, and this is no exception. You all have my deepest and sincerest sorries, from the bottom, top and all sides of my heart. First off, Chapter 8 was crap, and I really ought to have worked on it more. I feel awful about that. Second, this chapter took much longer to get on paper than I expected. So much...
Blondie Goes Black in New Orleans Hotwife's hubby finds her a black gangsta stud My wife, Blondie, was thirty before she had sex with her first black man, as recounted here in an earlier story. We had been swinging since she was twenty-five, but it had taken a long time and a lot of quiet persuasion to overcome her Deep South upbringing to the point whe...
London, 1951 'I have every recording you've released, and I just want to say how much I enjoy your music...' I was trying to give this nice elderly woman my full attention, but my eye kept wandering to the crowd standing behind her, waiting to get the chance to meet me. 'Thank you,' I smiled at her, still distracted by the endless line of admirers. Anna w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: One of the terrific things about writing fantasy or science fiction stories is that the laws of physics can be bent, stretched to the limit, or even broken. I'm not a physicist. I'm just me. Once again, I'd like to give special credit to those who helped me figure out certain phraseology. Thank you SO much for the comments and feedback, but PL...
Driving Blake's Mustang was the thrill of a lifetime. Well, maybe the second thrill after the obvious. "Where to, Ms. Blake?" I asked. "Your place this time." She replied. "Why not!" I said. We drove back to my hotel. The climbing and winding streets were made for this car. Blake looked so beautiful as the breeze from the window blew through her blonde...