Freshman year over, Melissa and I would be staying the Guest cottage on Beth's property. Mel and I laughed about our suitcases overflowing with risque female clothes and a large box of sex toys. Boyfriend planned to visit, (and then go on a European vacation with us). Beth was studying to become an Attorney, (as was her Dad). Melissa and Boyfriend had both...
Amy wearily put on her seat belt and backed the car out of its space in the airport car park. As she started to drive towards the exit her mobile phone rang. The ring tone told her who it was and she smiled as she answered. "Hi honey, did you get my text. Guess where I am?" "Yes I got your text telling me you were finishing a day early. I imagine you are...
Laura went into her drawer and grabbed out her old mobile phone. It no longer was connected, but it did hold the names of many men that had been and gone in her past life. She was going on a short vacation and decided to contact some of her old romances and flings to see if they could catch up whilst she was in town. To be honest Julia hadn't had toe-curling...
(All characters are age 18+) I always loved wearing women's apparel. Looking at Playboys and Penthouses with near naked models wearing sexy bras, panties, stockings with garters, high heels, etc., was always a great turn on and never failed to make me spurt huge amounts of cum. Then thanks to Larry Flint, publisher of Hustler Magazine, harder core pictorial...
I was already bored with my 'date' from the night before, the prototypical one-nighter with a nurse from Clifton Park who chain-smoked like a runaway locomotive. As Apollo Creed once told Rocky Balboa,"Ain't gonna be no rematch." Rocky, of course, grunted back, "Don't want one." So, in all fairness, I'm sure the feeling was mutual. We both got what we want...
The decision was made and now it was up to me to make our travel arrangements to the unique Caribbean island of St. Martin. By way of some extensive web surfing, I discovered that the island is actually split between the Dutch and the French. The Dutch own the south part of the island which has the largest natural bay and is now where all the cruise ships do...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In the second installment of this story series Breanna, a bitchy, bisexual, trashy, rude, kleptomaniac nymphomaniac has been sent to live with her aunt, uncle and cousins on the other side of town. You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but not the trailer park out of the girl proves correct in this sexual comedy, set in...
Hello, everyone! This is my first posting on Literotica. And, while there is no inherent sex in this chapter, it will be coming. Please read and review. We writers live off feedback, after all. -- Parker McLaren rolled his eyes, as he found himself doing more and more when he spoke to his boss. Thankfully, the cell phone call meant that he did not have t...
I sat on the back porch, sipping coffee and looking out across the snow-covered acres toward the river. Laden with bulky cargo boxes, a barge passed slowly by on the water. Yet while I watched the barge until it passed out of view beyond the tree line of the thick woods to the south, my mind was elsewhere. I did not think about the barge, or the cold, or e...
After 26 years of marriage, I felt something was missing. It's not that I didn't still deeply love Julie, but things seemed to have become stale over the years. We met years ago in college when everything was new and exciting, and I fondly remember our sexual experimentation with each other, as well as occasional minor forays into light group sex (strip poke...