Southern wife's interracial adventures This story is a rewritten version of one I posted here at Literotica in 2003 writing as Raven 222. I hope readers will find this reworking, with its enhanced detail and dialogue, to be an improvement. As with my other Blondie adventures, this account is taken from an actual event that occurred much as depicted, my wife...
For those unaware, I live in a household with six adults living in it, plus several cats and dogs. The head of the house is a man some years older than myself, Adrian. Adrian is married to Monique. Adrian and Monique both sleep with Ronan. We have another couple in the house who are not part of this polyamorous set-up in the form of Matt and Cody. Then there...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Toni Storm or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Toni Storm had just successfully defended her NXT UK Women's Championship, and was feeling very proud of herself. All of her dreams were coming true. Sure, she wasn't on the...
A few days after mother had told me all about the agreement she and her friends had made to teach their boys to become good lovers she told us that a very dear old friend of hers would come and visit in a couple of days. She was excited about it since she hadn’t seen her for a long time. Emma, her friend, lived abroad since long, in Paris. Emma had asked if...
Part 4 “Come on sleepy head, get up.” A petulant voice roused me from my deep sleep. Jeez, she still wants more, I thought, until I recognised Monique, Margaret’s sister, Monica’s mother. While they both looked alike, Monique was plumper with a slightly different shade of ash blonde hair. “You’ve been sleeping for hours. Mother has asked me to show aroun...
I love cum. It's thick and warm and sexy. It tastes salty and sweet and sometimes both at once. I love the creamy feel of it, sitting on my tongue, sliding down my throat, spurting into my cunt, my ass, and then dribbling out. Or covering my face, my tits, my tummy, my ass, my legs. It's intimate, it's primal. I am marked, and yet I helped make it happen. M...
Sitting at the table I look over the little pots and jars of creams. Lotions to soften, scents to tickle the nose. I close my eyes and my thoughts are in a frenzy. My Master is taking me to the club and I want to be beautiful for him. It is crucial for me to look my best for that is what makes him happy. I dress with utmost care; soft lacy under garments, bl...
Thursday morning the mail came late, not until nearly six when Claire was heading out the door to meet with Sebastien. There were a couple of bills, a postcard from Portugal (where one of her childhood friends was vacationing), and a card in a lilac envelope. It wasn't just any card, either. It was an invitation to a wedding, sort of a last-minute thing put...
Note: This is another plot-heavy, sex-light chapter - though not no sex, of course :) Next chapter will see more of the good stuff (and more of the subplot!) Thanks once more for all the support and kind comments I've received on the story. I'm glad people are still interested in seeing what happens to these two! Sometimes I even surprise myself - the last s...
I was in a stupor of exhaustion and satisfaction when she brought me back to reality with a sharp nip on my earlobe. "I hate to wake you, Jack dear, but I really have to go to the bathroom. Like right now." I rolled off her to let her get up. "And I don't want you in here when I do what I need to do. So please go downstairs and see if you can put together s...