This story is actually a continuation of "My Wife at the Strip Club," that I wrote a couple of years ago. It may help to read it before reading this story, but not necessary. I apologize for the two year gap between writings, but I had a hard drive crash and thought that I had lost this story amongst many other files. I recently discovered a missing back up...
Some college, somewhere in the United States I The hot cheerleader was an American cliché, of course; Jason knew that. What's more, as a college quarterback, he was also aware of his own cliché-ness. Ironically, however, he was only aware of this precisely because he wasn't a stereotypical jock. In his spare time, instead of consuming football and porn...
Most people have normal hobbies, I thought to myself, turning the Jeep a sharp left, and pulling in to the parking lot. But, then, I've never really been what you would consider normal, I guess. Grabbing my video camera from the passenger's seat beside me, I got out, locked the Jeep, placed the keys in the magnetic box, and clamped it under the driver's whe...
I just found out something about my wife I never would have dreamed possible. Until last week. My wife and I are in our mid-50s. We met in law school, and were married in the late 80s, soon after we graduated. We have had a wonderful marriage; we have two girls in high school, both headed for college soon. I am a successful corporate attorney; "Mary" is a...
This short essay is an entry in the Literotica Nude Day Contest. I hope you enjoy reading it and gain some knowledge about the sport or art of streaking. * Although the term, meaning running naked in a public place where it is not the norm, was not coined until 1973, streaking was known long before that. The first recorded example was on July 5, 1799, and...
Chapter 2: Party Continues Motown music continued to play softly in a living room in the mostly black Cleveland suburb. The exclusive little midsummer party had been going on for about a half-hour and was getting more relaxed and boisterous. It was a hot, sweaty, muggy August day. Partygoers came and went. They were still mostly the half-dozen black men an...
Emily stepped out of the shower, pulling the towel across her hardening nipples. She took a few extra seconds on each one, pinching and pulling them until she felt shivers of electric pleasure reach her wet pussy. Emily usually didn't play like that in the shower. She typically saved her orgasms for her husband, since he was constantly horny and always tryin...
There is nothing quite like the look on a woman's face after you've slapped the hell out of her stunned mug while slamming your cock deep into her tight asshole. I ought to know, I do this to women all the time. Since the dawn of humanity, bitches have been slapping dudes. Yet bitches are always shocked when the shoe's suddenly on the other foot. Which proba...
Emma took her role as Maisie's guardian at least as seriously as she took her role as her lover. She knew the importance of education, and arranged a place for her in the city's premier Naturist College. It was, of course, a private college (the fees for which Emma could now easily afford) and was attended by the children of the wealthy and well-to-do who wi...
The new day dawned with sun streaming in through my open curtains and I felt sooo relaxed as I woke, and while I lay enjoying the dappled light coming through the leaves of the tree in our back garden I replayed the events of yesterday in my mind. What a day - the day my life irrevocably changed - for good or ill I suppose is yet to be seen - but for now I...