Now able to have a good look at the interior, Brenda saw it was cozily outfitted. Along with a patchwork quilt which covered the bench seating, there were numerous throw pillows for extra comfort. Instead of rubber mats on the floor there was a small Persian rug, adorned by round medallion floor cushions that the woman offered to Brenda as seating. Catching...
I believe the American version of Sod's Law is called Murphy's Law. The law states that if something can go wrong it will go wrong. The idea of inevitable catastrophe appeals to my natural British pessimism. It is in the Romance section because the couple have to struggle for their relationship to grow, and it must have felt like Sod was really persecuting...
How Lyle's Wife Became a Black Cock Whore - Part 1 Lyle has been a friend of mine for a long time. The below story is based on actual events, and was drafted by Lyle then written by me - Gracie (aka Gerald): My name is Lyle. My looks is something I have always been a proud of, as I am a very good looking guy, although a on the short side. Women seem to lik...
Pt. 11: Training Cathy. Cathy and David arrived at the Academy, and Cathy was fuming. David had first decreed that she had to come here for two weeks. He was going to be in Europe on Business, and she wasn't coming with him, nor was she going to be bouncing around in the apartment. She was going to school to be a slave. Then he had made her wear this fuckin...
The following submission happened over the course of a very long and satisfying weekend. Although it may need to be broken down into several submissions, Bri and I wrote it as one continuous event. So, enjoy, and by all means vote, and send us your comments. We'd love to hear from you! Cyrus $ Bri After some skillful negotiations, mostly just giving the bo...
Day 90 On the morning of his wedding reception, Jonathan Rupert Stanford was up before the sun. Outside the window was the orange glow of a streetlight; it cast its glare up through the prison-bar pattern of the shutters, painting zebra stripes on the ceiling overhead. He was sweating and his heart was racing. He had dreamed that he was alone, and that all...
Mauve. Or Indigo. That is how I would describe the colour of the sky when the sun decides to retire for the day but not before it decides to put on a show before its daily last bow. I have never had a way with words. That man would be Steve. The quintessential ladies-man. The man of words. He is a man of many words, whereas I am a man of my words. Does tha...
Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY r...
"Eagle Glen Motor Inn, Cabin 12" the slender lady muttered to herself as she parked her car right in front. She still wasn't sure this was a great idea but she knew she just couldn't spend another Christmas at her sister's place. It's not that she didn't love Irene..and her husband Greg..and their daughter Penelope. "Penelope," Ronny whispered barely aloud...
The following is a true story as told to me by my hot wife, Maggie. While have had many sexual adventures together, this was one she had on her own and did not tell me about it until many years later. Maggie is 5 feet, 4 inches tall, 120 pounds with dark hair, brown eyes, perpetually tanned skin (Native American roots) and a shapely body the more prominent f...