Therese had been promising herself a deluxe pedicure for some time now, and with the gift certificate she received for her birthday, she decided it was about time. Hitting forty wasn't a lot of fun, but her friends at work helped ease the pain a bit with a surprise party. They had threatened to bring a male stripper in to celebrate the event, but management...
"You are the dumbest smart person, I have ever met. You have helped a hundred people get straightened out. Now you fall for a stripper who is playing you like a cheap violin." You could hear the love flowing out of Chloe as she tenderly counseled me. "You have all the hot sex you can handle. I know dozens of women who want to be with you. You're so active,...
I was utterly devastated. I walked into the house, put my keys on the foyer table on my way to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of wine, walked up the back stairs to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. With tears running down my face, I slowly stripped. I walked into the bathroom and filled the antique claw-foot tub with water as hot as I could st...
I picked up my cycle and continued my search for young Prudence. I asked around, showing the hologram in every public place I could locate. As usual I came up empty. Either people didn't know or too scared to tell me anything. After all the excitement I didn't have time for breakfast, and my stomach was already empty as a deep hole. Before I did grab a bit...
"Yeah Sue, I'm under fucking house arrest for two weeks. I had no fucking idea it was against the law to urinate and take a shit in the privacy of my neighbor's bush. Mom wasn't home and I had forgotten my house key and I wasn't about to drive all the way back to work to deal with Mr. Potatoehead Alderman. Surprisingly, he isn't going to fire me over my hous...
I felt the first hot spray of Anthony's scorching jet of cum splash my face, coating it, trickling down in great, goopy rivers to my neck and saggy old tits, which, along with the sight and sound of my tired old husband laboring to free his face from the prison of my hairy pussy and powerful old thighs, triggered the biggest orgasm of my life. Not your usua...
Note: This is a story inspired by one of my favorite writers on Literotica - Quin. I like all his stories, but in particular, I like 'How Naughty Shall I Be', and this is my adaptation of the story in an Indian context. I hope i can be at last half as good as Quin was. * "Tarun." my wife said one night after dinner after putting our 8-year old son Apu to b...
"Um, Mr. Wachira, what, exactly, is a Ghoul?" says my psychotherapist, Dr. Kadra Mohamed, and I looked at the tall, curvy and dark-skinned, alluring Somali-Canadian Muslim therapist in the neatly pressed white coat and sighed, wishing that she were a little more informed. I've been in the institution for a while now, and like the rest of my former doctors, t...
Kim Steele was a class sensitive woman. Her disappointment with her husband James only increased during their six year marriage. Walking quickly up the wide stone path leading to the once elegant home, she knew where the real money was. John Carruthers, sixty-eight years old, her husbands grandfather. Looking at the once proud estate, she wondered why he w...
Chapter 2: Daddy Plans a Heist It was a hot, sunny summer day, not long after the lunch hour, as Don Richey stepped into the elevator outside his office for the twenty-three-floor descent to the parking garage. Just as he reached to press the button, a voice called out, "Hold it, Don, please." His heart skipped a dozen or so beats, his palms, already mois...