There she is. She lies next to me in our spacious bed in an Amsterdam hotel room. The sunshine creeps in through the window and hits my eyes, causing my face to crinkle as I squint from the concentrated force of it. The first sight I see this morning is her naked back. Her porcelain skin almost blends into the white blankets of our bed and she sighs audibly...
Hello. This is my very first entry to literotica. I have been a fan of this site since I don't know how long. I've always wanted to write and since everybody makes New Year's resolutions this is mine. I want to be a writer. So... here goes. * Not again. Not wanting to start another year like this one. This is bullshit!" Said Anita as she looked down at he...
Corruption is an addiction. It's the first taste of any filthy pleasures, for a price. It is not the mere delight in sin that makes a dirty cop, a dirty cop. It's knowing you can get away with it again, and again, and again. Drugs. Sex. Power. Any cop on the straight and narrow avidly avoids these temptations, knowing that once you give in'once you taste t...
I like mornings. Never had a problem getting up early. But, Sunday mornings can go either way: if I enjoyed myself a lot Saturday night, then Sundays can be a bit painful. Or groggy. Or, groggy and painful. Last Sunday was neither. Due to a change in my usual schedule, my fiance and I were alone on Sunday morning for a change. This... turned out to be a ver...
She picked me up at my hotel. I was sitting in the hotel bar, sipping on my cocktail, when she came in and put her arm around my shoulder. "Captain and diet?" she asked. "Not anymore. I've classed up my rums a little," I responded, getting up and sliding my arm around her waist. I let my hand slip down and rest right on the small of her back, and pulled he...
"A warm bath, a cup of tea and a massage," he suggested. That was the plan. She hadn't slept well for two nights and needed her rest. Bath accomplished and tea consumed she lay back as he covered her with a thick white towel, kissing her on the lips, "relax now," he murmured. Andrea Bocelli playing softly in the background as he lit two candles and turned...
I couldn't have been happier when you took my hand and asked, "Are you ready?" I'd been ready to leave this party from the moment we'd arrived. All those hoity-toity stuck up people, half of whom were too good even for themselves. When we got in the elevator, you pressed the button for the top floor. "What's on the top floor?" I asked. You gave me that sultr...
Like the other Wild Oats stories, this took place in the 1970's. Sarasota no longer has a topless beach. ***** "Sally, would you like to go to the beach with me on our day off next week?" "Why the sudden interest in beaches, Jason?" "There is a topless beach in Sarasota, North Lido Beach, that I would like to check out." "Wow, we would have to be sure t...
There's always someone who has done it before. - Well after midnight, pitch black outside, the small town had long gone to bed. David lay down next to his newlywed wife, a mixture of joy, relief, and exhaustion after the day's ceremony. Here in the sunshine state, the whole town gets a free pass to a wedding and between the two of them, they had hosted a w...
In the dark and still of the night, I bite down on my fingers, three of them, wedged into my mouth as a gag; a desperate effort to keep your name from escaping as the fingers between my legs stroke my sensitive, slick flesh and I come completely apart, hips bucking, your name echoing in my mind like a prayer. It's the thought of your hands on my body that...