Several months ago, when Michael had announced to Kate that he would be spending a good chunk of the summer in Manhattan, she immediately found herself on Cloud 9. And for the past several weeks, she had come to find her life to be full of excitement, love, and passion—a direct result of Michael's recent business venture in the city. She had known all the ti...
Intro This story follows Summer at the Beach House, one of the Loving Wives stories on Literotica. As an introduction. Jill house sits a beach house for her aunty and finds a new freedom and sexuality. Previous to this summer she has been a teacher. She reads at the beach, erotic material, and is infatuated with a story of a courtesan and the king. She r...
Into the Depths of Depravity Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting humiliation and pain. It also depicts male submission. PLEASE, do not read this story if you are offended by any of these topics. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the aut...
Chapter 6 plays with words again. There is always debate about cuckold stories, but the characters in this story are not intended to be cuckolds. Following are definitions of the main characters as I see them, a Stag and a Vixen, taken from the urban dictionary. A Stag is a sexually straight man who encourages his wife or girlfriend to also fuck other men....
This story is not a work of fiction; I can actually say a fantasy came true. I am a 47 year old slightly over-weight average male. I am not a ladies' man, but I do not send them running to the hills in terror either. I have had my fair share of lovers in my life. I have been married to my second wife, Valerie, for a wonderful 19 years. My wife is 3 years old...
Introduction to Chapter 2 Since Chapter 1 I have been asked if I sought permission from the original author to continue. Yes, I tried a number of times with no luck, the story is old, and I assume she has moved on. There were a number of things that struck me with the original story. I am a cyclist, and understood that part. As well I know a real life Jill...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the video games, characters, developers etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Fea...
Shortly after I turned thirty-nine my mother died suddenly of a coronary thrombosis. Dad had died seven years earlier. So since my brother Kenny, a journalist and my only sibling, was living in London at the time, and my daughter was in her second year of college, I was left alone with the task of going through my mother's things and deciding what should be...
She felt his hand push aside her hair. Then his breath on her nape. A dry tongue traced a line from the base of her neck into her hair line. Then a kiss. There, on her nape just beneath her hair. Her hair pulled taut now. Tongue circling slowly. Wet. She leaned into it, her back hard against the ungiving wood of the chair. Another stroke of the tongue,...
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