Date: September 3, 1995 Bud and I started dating when we were sophomores in high school. We went to the same college together, married after we graduated. We have a nice home, but Bud does not want children. Our home is outside the city limits. I don’t have any girlfriends nearby. I can not get Bud to take me to the movies, or even out to eat. Dancing? Not...
My wife's name is Cyn. Her black hair, warm brown eyes, copper complexion, long shapely legs that are inches apart as they reach her slim hips and firm cupped buns, her erect posture and lovely upturned nice sized breasts, her quick wit and sexy smile, her high cheekbones and her soft but well defined jaw-line, her smooth almost silky skin, the black hair of...
I took a chance as I was dancing with my best friends mum at an early spring BBQ we were having at my parents' house, I was surreptitiously admiring her full mature body, looking back it must have been the drink I had consumed otherwise I would never have said what I did. Everyone, both adults and teens were mixing well, all dancing together irrespective of...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
This is an interactive story. Feedback from readers provides suggestions AFTER the story has been written and published. At the end of this chapter, the reader will find several options for the next chapter BEFORE it is written and published. The reader may choose one or more options and forward them as feedback. After each chapter is written and published,...
Candace -- or Candi, as she was called by a few close friends and an awful lot of men before they found out her gate didn't swing in their direction -- had begun to notice something odd. Her panties were disappearing. A couple weeks ago, she thought nothing of it; she assumed she had misplaced them. This week, though, another pair was missing from her laundr...
**Author's Note: Since I'm only doing 13 chapters these last few are going to be a bit longer though I don't want to make it feel rushed like I did with "The Midsummer Bride". But I wanted to get that story done so I could return focus to "Mark of the Incubus" and finish this properly before summer is over (hopefully). Some of this may get darker as I go for...
I've been married for six years now to the most wonderful husband named Tom. He takes care of me emotionally, sexually, and financially, so I never even considered cheating on him. However, my promiscuity started almost by itself with no real thought about it on my part. But before I go on, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Cheri and I'm 30...
The cave's vault acts as a natural amplifier. The speakers, dozens of them, tiny and rigged across the narrow shelves of stone, all of them feed into the player. It's thin, touch screen blurring in places, smearing electric color in the corners. He likes to blast Tchaikovsky. He hears it when he's over the hill, down where the road is breaking apart with e...
PLEASE NOTE... I am not certain what category this story belongs in. I am placing it in the Group Sex category and hope that literotica will redirect it if they see fit. I can see several category listings that would be accurate in some way; Voyeur, group, loving wives, interracial to name a few. The story involves two men and one woman. ****** "I'm fin...