Part Two of the "Love Letters to my War Hero" series.© My darling lucille, It, too, saddened Me to be apart on Lover's Day. This was the first one where W/we were not together. But, at least, your letter did put a smile on My face. Such a good whore you are to Me, darling dear! As always, thank you. If I could be with you right now, I would reward your th...
Bill Keneely, Mark Mancuso, Jim Cantore, and their special guest Bruce DePrest from Connecticut had just finished a tiring day at a convention featuring a discussion of severe weather conditions. The hotel they had planned to stay at made a mistake with the booking, so all 4 men were forced to share one room with a king sized bed. No one said a word as Bill...
Tomorrow's going to be a long day... They both sleep peacefully throughout the night. When morning comes, she wakes up, stretching she sits up, getting quietly off the bed she makes her way to the bathroom with towel, shampoo, body wash, toothpaste/toothbrush in tow, does what she does, flushes, washes hands, turns shower on, steps in letting the water wash...
The Literotica Olympics Event: Sailing SHIP'S LOG Open 49er | #665 - Team Scandinavia | I. M. Liar, skipper; Nicola BluePen, crew - Wed 1 Sep 2004 14:05:00 [Final Regatta] Position: 37° 48.189' N 23° 40.031' E; mainsail; 0.2 kt 17º T The air is stilled. It doesn't even feel like real, breathable, air. It burns, a searing breath of fire that comes in sil...
NOTE: To refresh the reader's memory, the author is writing this fantasy in an attempt to persuade a female reader who provided anonymous feedback on another of his stories to contact him. This is a continuation of his efforts. Those not familiar with Anne's predicament may wish to read the first installment of "Attached" before reading this installment. Als...
It was always just Daddy and me. Me and Daddy. He would come home from work and I would be waiting for him by the door, naked, legs spread, just how a good girl is supposed to greet her daddy. He would greet me and then I would help him relax after a long hard day at work by happily sucking his very yummy cock while he read or watched TV. Sometimes Daddy...
Sweet was an awfully pretty word, Miari thought, tilting her head in wonder as she stared, open-mouthed, at the pretty, bobbing cock in front of her. She licked her lips. Sweet was the prettiest word in the world. It was like birdsong. Like a sun shining through rain clouds. Sweet. Like a waterfall of sugar water casting pretty little rainbows all across t...
I awoke to a bloody awesome blowjob. It was so nice that I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed it. I placed my right hand on the bedsheet which covered the head of the blowjob provider and moaned to show my appreciation. The lips were closed around the girth of my shaft and sliding along the length very skillfully. When they reached the head of my penis I coul...
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So other than Jason stopping by way, way more often to see if we needed our lawn mowed, it seemed he had kept what had happened in our bathroom to himself. I am not certain who would have believed him even if he had tried to tell anyone that my gorgeous wife had sucked his cock. As I said, he was a bit dull witted and did not seem to fit in with any of the...