It was a bright, muggy August Tuesday morning in Lawrence, Kansas. Chris Jenkins was trimming a hedge at the side of a stately old house built after Quantrill's Raid; a light blue 2 story house with a full front porch, gables, ornate trim, and long, thin windows. It had an ample yard with an artistic display of flowers in front of the house, and hedges on th...
Appreciate Literotica.com author JL's extraordinarily skillful editorial assistance. A female classmate in prim and proper Heather's nontraditional college degree course mentioning Penthouse Letters magazine made her curious enough to buy the current issue subtitled Second Anniversary Issue of Slut Wives. Unanimous claims of unparalleled sexual gratificat...
It was late Friday evening when Brock called me from the Indianapolis airport. His commuter flight from Chicago had just landed and he was making his way through baggage claim. He was quite excited at hearing I was coming to his home Saturday for the cook-out and to meet his twin girls, Casey and Cassandra. We chatted for almost a half hour before concluding...
When Bobby awakened the next morning he looked around, not sure where he was at first. Then he remembered. He turned his head and saw April lying next to him. Her eyes were open and there was a smile on her face. "Good morning," he said. April stretched languorously and smiled at him. "Good morning," she said. "Sleep well?" "Like a log," Bobby replied. He...
Coach is the Newest Tenant The Housewarming Party was winding down. I gathered plates and cups and went around the room telling anyone trying to get up that they were strictly to stay where they were. I did clearing as Maggie did ice cream and I prepared a tray of toppings. No one turned down their sundae, although some wanted to know if I came along with d...
It is a Saturday morning. I am standing naked, spread-eagled and facing the wall in the tiny hall of my apartment. There is barely (ha, ha!) enough room for the door to open behind me without it hitting me on my bare ass. It is now 10.30 and I have been standing here since 10 o'clock. I cleared out all the coats and stuff to make the tiny space as big as pos...
Welcome to part 3 of 'Lisa Has Longings'. I have thought over the suggestions I have received, and incorporated the ones I like best- that is, the ones that got me hot. Please, please note that this is all PRETEND. I don't advocate infidelity, unprotected sex, or (heaven forbid!) whoring for Big. Black. Cock. If this does not turn you on, look elsewhere! lo...
This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person. However, the concept of a clothing optional wedding is based on reality. The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. This chapter of the story is self-contained but makes more sense if you read ch...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Back to the romance category... because in the end it really is just a simple love story. ***** ... I awoke to a thin ray of sunlight peeking through the window blinds, as I slowly opened my eyes. I closed them again, just briefly, to clear my head and get my bearings, before opening them once more. I was lying on my right side, towards Br...
Emily woke up at 5:30, like she did every morning. It was a two weeks after she returned to Graham's ranch, and things had settled into a rhythm. The air was turning a little cooler as the Equinox approached, and topless motorcycling was out of the question unless the day was horribly hot. Graham and Lydia were upstairs on a Saturday morning, recovering fro...