In 2015 the US economy is still in sorry shape, as the far east surges ahead. Prisons are overcrowded, and budgets overextended. The large number of prison deaths, even among those incarcerated for minor infractions, has aroused increased concern. To help balance budgets, heavy fines for even minor infractions are common, but many people, especially petty cr...
Author's Note All characters in this part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series are over the age of legal consent. This part is actually the sixth part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series. Parts one to four are about how Amy discovered her passion for Exhibitionism at the age of thirteen. As Literotica only permits stories about characters over the age of c...
Warmth surrounded her. She tried to move, open her eyes, but her body refused to obey. Alluna whimpered. Strong arms tightened around her, the scent of fresh sunshine and wind enveloping her. "Hush. I'm taking you home with me," an extremely deep voice said near her ear. She should have felt fear, but she didn't. Lips brushed over her forehead. "No one will...
Princess Penelope tossed and turned in her bed in hot, sweaty frustration, her translucent green negligee clinging to her young, unblemished, freshly nineteen year old body. Her rigid pink nipples stood out from her average, firm breasts, screaming for her to tweak them. Her engorged shining clitoris was equally erect, sticking out of her hairless vagina lik...
"Oh, now I know he's lost his mind!" Chris said as he got off the phone. "Who has?" I replied. "Who else? Marty." "What'd he do now?" Tigress' manager Marty O'Brien had been saying that some new gigs with "the girls" (as he put it) would be coming soon. They had a new album to promote and between the photo shoots we usually worked, Chris explained he ha...
This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigation. Please review the first phases of the story . . ***** In bed late Friday night I thought of Cynthia's question this evening, "Oh Sara, do we have to stop?" After we making out on her sofa I drove home alone. Her kisses were all I could think of. I wanted more but we both decided to take this slowl...
Author's note: This story falls somewhere between Non-consent and Voyeur. I've entered it in the Voyeur category as that's primarily what it concerns. If scenes of hot young female students being coerced into sex by dirty old men appalls you, please read no further. Those that do, feel free to enjoy the first story I've published in a while. * 18-year old...
Author's note: This story is based on a series of gifs from a website I'm sure everyone has heard of, but that I'm too ashamed to admit I am a regular patron of. ***** Michael Galahad was having a bad day. He had missed his bus, walked to work in the pouring rain only to pull a pink slip out of his locker at work making it the second job he had lost in ad...
That night I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I could smell her, like she was there setting fire to my veins. I did everything I could to quench my desire, including... you know, that thing that guys do when they've got a girl on the brain. Except that a couple of days ago Angela wasn't a girl. How did it happen? People don't change overnight,...
It was Super Bowl Sunday and although the game didn't start for two more hours, the bar was already starting to fill up. Shaun, my manager, and Mac, the owner, had worked hard to make Super Bowl a big annual bash and Mac's the most popular place in town to watch the game. It was undoubtedly the busiest day of the year for us; even New Year's Eve couldn't com...