I had lost another bet and was now wracking my brain as to how to pay the price. You would think I would have learned not to make bets with my husband. It was a silly bet, as is usually the case, but I was so sure of myself this time that I had agreed to stakes much higher than I would normally consider. If he proved himself right yet again, I agreed that I...
This story features m-f and m-m and m-f-m activities. If you don't like the thought of this, please don't read it. It's also based in England, using UK English. Your feedback will be welcome! Our First Meeting We'd been meeting on the web for a while, swapping photos of each other, and getting each other going by showing off. We were united by a love of we...
I had told my wife of my panty fetish long before our marriage. I explained that I was heterosexual, but had worn panties most of my life. I'm normally very masculine, but when I was very young, my mother had dressed me in panties. I find them soft and very sexy, a daring secret I enjoy. My favorites were the silky feminine styles, usually soft pinks and lac...
It seemed innocent enough. He was a fan of my stories posted on Literotica and had begun to post a series of his own. I checked them out and liked the idea that they not only were true but involved one of my favorite subjects, or should I say fantasies i.e. a dominant and charismatic boss takes a newly appointed personal secretary on an adventure of her sub...
The sign on the dock simply said, "Ferry to Lady Luck." Tied to the dock was a sixty-five foot power launch. As the woman walked from the parking lot to the dock the older man in the ticket booth watched closely. She was wearing tan slacks and a tan silk blouse. The toe of her tan shoes showed as did the bottom of her spiked heels. Her hair was honey blonde...
The beeping of the car alarm startled her from the delicious fantasy. Margot found her hands moist. She wiped her hands on the thin material of her slacks to dry them. The sensation warmed her thighs, reminding her how moist she had become. She slowly raised her hands toward her hips. Her inner thighs had heightened sensitivity to her own touch. She wiggled...
The fireplace crackled while lights twinkled around the large Christmas tree standing next to it. Rudolph pranced across the large screen t.v. while a mug of cocoa steamed on the table. It was a picturesque holiday scene, and it would have been perfect if Laura hadn't been spending it alone. The forlorn looking takeout box sat on the coffee table half-eaten...
"Hey, Sal," the man said with a tone characteristic of someone who has had more than a few too many. "Another one." Sal set the glass he was drying on the shelf and wandered down to the man with a wry smile on his face. He had laid his head on his arms. For a moment Sal thought that he had passed out, but he noticed the bloodshot eyes focusing on a pair of...
Copyright (c) 2007 by Corcyra Some old relationships, long after they end, continue to resonate. One such relationship was the one I had with Rita. I have recently written a free computer program to aid blind persons like myself in accessing information on (Linux) computers, and have inserted the following dedication in the package: ---------- Who Is Rita...
Many readers asked me to write stories completely in English. But I enjoy writing in Urdu especially the dialogues. So in the present story I will translate as much conversation and other Urdu words as possible into English. ========================== It was a blooming morning. Autumn was approaching but yet coldness did not shrewd so much to assume it as...