When Pamela returned from Dallas, she was all smiles in her greeting to her mother: "Wow Mom that was some present for my eighteenth birthday! I could not think of a better one. Thank you! Thank you! I had a blast. But my aren't you the sly one? I understand you have achieved some fame yourself amongst certain circles." Hannah blushed but she was not too p...
I spent the days after my second visit with Aunt Pamela trying to decide what I would wear on Friday. She told me to wear something feminine, but I didn't have anything really feminine. The girliest article of clothing I owned were the stretchy, velvet shorts I'd worn on Tuesday. And after doing poorly on a pop quiz in my History class, I knew I had to do...
I was a college sophomore with a rare day off from my summer job, so when my girlfriend invited me to join her and her mother on their pontoon boat for the afternoon I eagerly accepted. Wear your swimsuit, Pamela said, so we can go in the water when we get hot. By "hot," I knew my girlfriend meant "uncomfortably warm," but my horny mind added sexual overton...
Pamela was yard saleing, Going to yard sales was one of her Saturday morning rituals. She seldom actually bought anything but slowly picking through other peoples junk was a good way to relax and get to look though other peoples lives. The things people thought might sell were amazing and were often as unique and informative as asking direct questions. At le...
Wednesday Jo was horny! She hadn't been laid all week. She hated it when Darren went out of town. But she also enjoyed the sex when he returned. All of her masturbating while he was away just didn't seem to dull her senses when it came to their "I missed you fuck" when he returned. Well, in a couple of days he'd be back home and she was definitely gonna' gi...
Hi Thank you to everyone who has read some or all of my attempts to chronicle Pamela's adventures - it really is appreciated, whether you voted or not (but even more so if you did!). This is chapter five, which means, as each chapter covers a full day from midnight to midnight and we started on a Friday, it's now Tuesday and Pamela is ... well, I don't kno...
Shortly after "Mrs. Swanson's Boarding House" appeared on Lit. I was pleasantly surprised to receive an anonymous email from a reader who called himself "Eduardo". He claimed to have been enjoying a part-time CFNM lifestyle with his wife and "mistress" for "over twenty years"; part-time because of their children. Once a month they would visit one of the gran...
If you read any novel, it is highly unlikely you will start at the third chapter. It is the same with this story so, if you haven't read the first two chapters, I suggest you do so before this one. On the other hand, if you are one of the kind Literotica readers who have loaned me a few minutes of their lives to hear of Pamela's adventures, then do please re...
You have been very kind in commenting and voting (please don't stop!) for the first five chapters of Pamela's adventures. Those who have posted one or more as a favourite and others who have chosen to follow these episodes are so very much appreciated. As those who have followed the whole story so far, they will have noticed my faux pas with Chapter Five in...
The call came on a rainy morning in early December. Nicholas was sitting in his apartment in northeast Portland, looking out the window as he ate his oatmeal and sipped coffee. "Good morning, may I speak to Nicholas Harvin?" "This is he," answered Nicholas. "Hello, this is Theresa Hernandez at Pearson and Porter. We'd like to offer you a consultant positi...